My addiction

My angel is a perfect embodiment of sin and I love it.
His gaze is scorching hot burning right through my very soul.
His touch turning me into a bundle of raw nerves.
And his kiss is enough to awaken my own ungodly desires.
And when he "loves" he doesn't just "love" my being but my heart too.
He is my cocaine, my heroine, my crack so yes I'm a junkie.
No I don't love him, I need him. I need him for my high.
I need him to feel, to live, to breathe, to be whole, to keep going.
I'm yet to find a remedy to my addiction because I'm not looking..

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My addiction

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