I have an addiction,
To poetry in motion,
Its a spicy temptation,
Life and every creation,
But my greatest addiction,
Is my greatest possession,
Or my greatest affliction,
It leads me on a mission,
What do I choose to abuse?
What lights my poetic fuse?
Who is this so called muse?
What is it that I choose?
To put it very simply,
Its how you love me,
To put it very sweetly,
Its how we're meant to be,
Its your hugs and kisses,
That keeps me living,
You've fulfilled all my wishes,
But I still keep on wishing,
For us to be this way forever,
To you I'll never say never,
You're the greatest drug ever,
Yes you; my sweet lover.
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