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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