High on you

I think I get high on you.

I’m so confused,

what did you do?

Are you a witch?

an elf?

A drug dealer?

What is your method?

Why do I want you so?

I’m trying to fight you.

But, the next thing you know,

I’ll be pressed against you.

I want to touch every inch of you.

I need you more and more.

Can you handle that, baby?

You’re my obsession.

My quiet addiction.

My reason for breath.

I get so high.

Just dreaming about you, baby.

You’re terrible for me.

Probably gonna kill me.

I’m ready for the next hit.

Kiss me, baby.

Just make me feel better.

Do your magic trick.

Shield my view, from all that isn’t you.

Yeah, you got me so high.

Got me wrapped around your little finger.

Just what you planned.

 

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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