Addiction

I’m addicted.

I’m addicted to a nameless woman.

A woman with no name.

I’m addicted.

An addict to her passion, her desire, her lust.

Her sensual curves. her bed pleasures.

Her sweaty sex and stimulated clitoris.

I’m incredibly addicted to her.

Ignited from within.

I burn, burn, burn.

I’m addicted.

I admit.

I’m addicted to a love slave.

I’m in love,

I’ll tell you once, and sell you the idea later.

Since you’ve been gone.

I’m back on my feet.

Never left, this state of grace.

Holy ground didn’t escape from beneath my feet.

I’m still close as ever, addicted.

Because I still lick my lips, as I look for you.

I’m addicted.

I’m addicted to a nameless woman.

A woman with no name.

© 2002 David Greg Harth

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