Flying

Sugar sweet lips
Coat my mouth
In syrupy wisps
And leave scents of your breath

Tingle the many senses
As you lean in to kill
Raise the hairs on my neck
I'm drowning in your presence

Don't pull away
You haven't finished yet
I won't let you hurt me
It's all or nothing

It's kill or leave
Don't tease me with you weapons
Of which I cannot resist
I'd follow you to suicide

I run there every time
You pave the path
I'll stumble drunken
Off the endorphins you give

And the pebbles which cross my path,
Your drugs will keep me flying