by P.B.
Addicted.
To your voice.
Your smile.
You’re my choice.
My addiction.
Infatuated.
With your words.
Your touch.
The laugh I heard.
You’re my obsession.
Intoxicated.
By your kiss.
Your lips.
The moan, that hiss.
You’re my poison.
And my anecdote.
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