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Mar 2015
Baby you're sweet.
I crave you every night and day.
I lust for your love, I lust for your lips Pressed against mine.
I lust for your heart, to desire me as much as I desire you.
Baby you're sugar.
I shake when I am not with you.
I'm addicted to your love, I am addicted to your lips.
I CRAVE for your heart.
Baby you're a drug.
I can't control my feelings.
I cry, shake. Die without you.
I relapse for you.
You're like a Needle Rushing through my arm.
I press the plunger when I don't feel good.
And like the river your drug rushes to my veins.
Filling my body before I am numb.
Numb to your *
This is one of the most 'everywhere' rants I could think of.
It doesn't make sense.
Unless you've been addicted too.
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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