Crave it.
Scent and smell triggers the craving.
Desire to taste you, lips to feel you.
Spark it,
light up in a glow
aggressive craving for you now.
The need to inhale you repeatedly
grows rapidly to satisfy
my pleasure for you.
Take a hit at you finally
mustn't do it again.
Hours pass on the day,
hand to face
Scent on fingers not gone away
triggered once again.
Aggressive craving desire of pleasure once more.
Addiction you are to me.
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Author:
WYATT M. LIRA (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a metaphor for two types of addiction.
- Category: Erotic
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