Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
I have a sickness,
And you're the cure.
But I get addicted,
You're a drug that's pure.
Oh those lips, I want to taste,
Put me in a higher state.
My mind gets blurry, temperature rise.
Focus on you as we start to vibe.
In this state of euphoric pleasure,
You lure me in with hypnotic gestures.
In a trance, nearly comatose,
So into you, I overdose.