She is my drug. Candle lit, the flame smokes. She burns through my veins.
She has told me it’s over, but we will spend one last night in love. I will never look back after this night, it’s not what I do, it only shows weakness. I am still a man I think, but she makes me feel like child. Wanting to hug her with my heart and not just my body parts. I feel the end is near and it will not end happy.
I taste her lips, taste her skin, her aroma fills my bedroom. A smell I pray will disappear when the morning comes. Her thoughts make me melt. Her eyes blaze through me, her touch shocks me like electricity.
She moans, She grabs. She holds.
We sweat, we regret, we embrace,
The candle is low and almost out. The last flame is grasping on for its life. The rooms gets dimmer. We say our last goodbye.
Life will move forward again someday, or so I hope. But for now I need to detox, oh shit where the hell is my drug.
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