“It was what she imagined doing heroin would be like: terrible for you but impossible to resist.” – – Libby Schmais, The Essential Charlotte
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| aminamomina |
Your fire melts me, held in the spoon of your love
Your hands draw pleasure deep,
In a gentle push your seduction overcomes me
Your touch brings me peace, like heroin in my soul
Slight touch, sliding into my conscious will
Deep warmth creeping into the void
Gentle smiles invade empty rooms
Your touch brings me sleep, like heroin in my mind
I chase hand blazed trails with my eyes
Hoping to breath in your essence
Unnatural pleasure this thing you do
Your touch is addicting, like heroin in my body
Also published in Broowaha
02022012
Opinions Of Eye 