Addiction

Two broken spirits trapped in their uncontrollable desire for each other.
Without words spoken you could feel my desire
to get that healing touch of your fingers on my body
The touch of your lips on mine fades my broken soul while going down my spine
Your warm breath down my neck makes my body shiver and when I get to the high of two bodies become one
my mind is blown away by the easiness how broken dreams are suddenly forgotten
But when waking up out of that fussy high
It’s like the stars are not as bright as before and the sky is still cloudy.
And like a painkiller, I seem to need more and more to be able to let go of dreams and wishes and all that I’m missing
So I close my eyes and enjoy the high of another shot.

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