You're like a narcotic. I know your bad for me but I keep wanting more. I like the element of surprise that your drug sprinngs on me. I want more. It's all in your marinade. Sprinkle me with your love dust and I'll soak the scent up with my nose. Like the fragrance of a rose I want more. Peering back at myself in the mirror my reflextion dazed with my eyes in a squinted red glaze. I want more. Your gaze is a black endless hole of an interesting mysteriously addicting sickness, killing me softly. I can take it evermore because your like a narcotic. I know your bad for me but I keep wanting more.
