You are my drug of choice
You soothe my frayed mind
Wash over me soothe my nerves
Leave me lost and panting
Whimpering in a heap
When you are done
I will lie here
Useless & moaning
Sweet nectar
More I ask
More please?
The tears run down my cheeks
Heaving and sobbing
Until I am spent
Envelop me
Devour me
Wrap me in your agony
To emerge new and whole
Once again
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