A taste.
Just a little one.
Your first hit of heroin.
A touch.
Just a soft one
In a dark place.
In a place no one sees
Inside me.
Instantly I’m addicted and now
I’m hooked and sick
Days blend
Wishing and dreaming
Years fold onto each other
Just like sticky sheets
Growing together
Like we did
And I don’t want anything else
Nothing more just another
Sweet and innocent
Little small hit-
A secret taste
to curb the craving
for you.
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