I wake up
Early
Cold sweats
breathing Barely
shaking
panicking
hardly managing
fidgeting
twitching
pulse rate, pitching
peeking
seeking
the next hit
deepening
the feelings
no healings
trying to speak n
muted by fear
alone for the weekend
craving for more
AM in the fours dark Sunday morns
crawling the walls
as well as the floors
only been hours
yet i crave more
how long till the next hit
two weeks or more
not drugs
nor gambling
no lust ridden rambling
but her taste to be sampling
the curves
her gaze
better than haze
the laughing fits stage
straight to the brain
its Stacey i crave
Again and Again
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
I wake up
Early
Cold sweats
breathing Barely
shaking
panicking
hardly managing
fidgeting
twitching
pulse rate, pitching
peeking
seeking
the next hit
deepening
the feelings
no healings
trying to speak n
muted by fear
alone for the weekend
craving for more
AM in the fours dark Sunday morns
crawling the walls
as well as the floors
only been hours
yet i crave more
how long till the next hit
two weeks or more
not drugs
nor gambling
no lust ridden rambling
but her taste to be sampling
the curves
her gaze
better than haze
the laughing fits stage
straight to the brain
its Stacey i crave
Again and Again