loving you ain't nothing healthy...
but i can't let go of this bad habit...
called... you.
the sent of you gets me high...
you's touch makes me feel like silk...
...and the taste of you is intoxicating.
you is incurable... or at least it feels that way.
every time i think i'm fixed...
i'm right back at it again...
as you drill every inch of you into my spirit...
...and with every thrust you make me a believer again.
becum to believe that this you is ok.
you is full of intellect, charm, wit, and sharp candor.
...and with every encounter you melts my defenses.
© the thoughts and feelings of graham, 2009
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