You fill me with a sense of completeness like a drug, filling my nostrils like aerosols. You're in me deeper than trichinosis, and like a soldier, I'm at your beck and call. You're on my mind like my helmet is, and in my heart like shrapnel. You're on my body like wet clothes, and held tight as if a grapple. You're a sweet candy like you're sugar-born, and a kiss that leaves me speachless. You're so tender as if breaded and battered, and I'm a sucker for you like leeches. You are my drug, my personal addiction, and I love you like bad habits. Your form is a taunt, your personality a want, baby girl, you're nowhere near average.