My sweet addiction, my reverie,
My breath of life, my cup of tea,
My soulmate, joy, my Cupid's sting,
My touch, my feel, my everything.
My rainbow cache, my girl of gold,
My keys to more than heaven holds,
My true love potion number nine,
My sweet addiction, my sunshine.
My bed when light fades in the west,
I rest my head upon her breast,
Her gentle breathing counts my sheep,
My sweet addiction, come to me.
© Joseph G Dawson
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