You are my brand of ******
my taste of seduction.
Your scent drives me insane,
my kind of obsession.
You are my delicious wine,
my intoxication.
Never will be enough,
to satisfy my thirst.
My glorious addiction
that’s what you are.
You brought me to damnation,
took me that far.
You have my heart in your palm
but still… I must resist.
Love and commitment calls.
Its all for the best.
Slowly… the need to step back…
How my heart aches
to stay away, hold back
from you… My addiction.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 5:29 AM UTC
You are my brand of ******
my taste of seduction.
Your scent drives me insane,
my kind of obsession.
You are my delicious wine,
my intoxication.
Never will be enough,
to satisfy my thirst.
My glorious addiction
that’s what you are.
You brought me to damnation,
took me that far.
You have my heart in your palm
but still… I must resist.
Love and commitment calls.
Its all for the best.
Slowly… the need to step back…
How my heart aches
to stay away, hold back
from you… My addiction.
(c) Maximilian Montes @ October 27, 2009
'Getting over a delightful vice.'
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