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.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
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.
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