National Poetry Month
Day 12
Addiction
I'm addicted
Somewhat afflicted
Even paralyzed
To you
I'm in love
Helpless
Squeeze me and hold me
Because
I'm falling
Deeply
Completely
Seemly
Uncontrollably
Addicted
To your passion
Your aromatic scent
Filling my lungs
Wrapping my legs
Around your waist
Easily fitting my love
In your ignited fire
Like a volcanic explosion
Creeping
In my soul
Shoot me
Smoke me
Sniff me
Put me under
Your tongue
Swallow me
To the euphoric
Fantasy
I crave.
I'm addicted
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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