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Man, there's a cold dark corner in my room, your voice calls out when I'm curled up there on the dank musty floor, it speaks to me; I'm coming for you. I hold to the voiceful melody of your softly spoken sounds as you drown out the drone of negativity and the past men who lied when they said they'd always love me... His'aholic. As I lie on my bed in the fetal position, eyes closed hoping you'll walk in,  lift me onto your lap cradled me in that protective way only you're able to give me, feel your fingers caress me. Too many times I find I walk in a stupor from the loving  you gave. Gosh it feels so long ago and my needs wrecking  my senses once more can you do to me what you did last time, just once more & I'll let it be. I'm feigning... My dystonia is you- every time you come around I get what I'll call His'aholic, uncontainable, uncontrollable movements and twitches twerking if need be, just to get intoxicated one more time of off you, like the excitement a kleptomaniac gets or the levels of high a shopaholic feels my dopamine fired up every time you do what you do to me Him'aholic, His'aholic, Your'aholic my infectiousness habits, sweats & hot flashes- Man because of what you do, mentally I'm gone, once you take root in my veins, in my lungs, I forget all that's wrong with the world, all those problems from my past I no longer see any of those things. It's a made up word, less you count when Kelly Price used Him'aholic for her album title. Different meaning in   His'aholic, different in Your'aholic too, but that's a bit more personal and much more deep, it a thing where   well forget I said anything hehehe. I make up my own words in referencing to anything about you. Man, I'm jonesing, longing and yearning oh please oh please note the oh please- I'm begging you! Your the unusual "drug" addiction I need to feed on, You got me craving, shamefully shaking with it, longing and in a dazed- hazy blur. Because of you I'm a mindless puppet, my strings once connected to you are torn. The music doesn't sound right, the dance ain't got he same rhythm, I feel sick when I can't have you feel upside down, when I ain't got my fix. I got it bad & all I want is you say what you want but just know I got a illness there's only one cure for His'aholic & it's you! Always Me Ayeshah ® Copyright 1977 - Present © K.A.C.L.N © All right reserved ®
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
Him'aholic, His'aholic( The Addiction)
Man, there's a cold dark corner in my room, your voice calls out when I'm curled up there on the dank musty floor, it speaks to me; I'm coming for you. I hold to the voiceful melody of your softly spoken sounds as you drown out the drone of negativity and the past men who lied when they said they'd always love me... His'aholic. As I lie on my bed in the fetal position, eyes closed hoping you'll walk in,  lift me onto your lap cradled me in that protective way only you're able to give me, feel your fingers caress me. Too many times I find I walk in a stupor from the loving  you gave. Gosh it feels so long ago and my needs wrecking  my senses once more can you do to me what you did last time, just once more & I'll let it be. I'm feigning... My dystonia is you- every time you come around I get what I'll call His'aholic, uncontainable, uncontrollable movements and twitches twerking if need be, just to get intoxicated one more time of off you, like the excitement a kleptomaniac gets or the levels of high a shopaholic feels my dopamine fired up every time you do what you do to me Him'aholic, His'aholic, Your'aholic my infectiousness habits, sweats & hot flashes- Man because of what you do, mentally I'm gone, once you take root in my veins, in my lungs, I forget all that's wrong with the world, all those problems from my past I no longer see any of those things. It's a made up word, less you count when Kelly Price used Him'aholic for her album title. Different meaning in   His'aholic, different in Your'aholic too, but that's a bit more personal and much more deep, it a thing where   well forget I said anything hehehe. I make up my own words in referencing to anything about you. Man, I'm jonesing, longing and yearning oh please oh please note the oh please- I'm begging you! Your the unusual "drug" addiction I need to feed on, You got me craving, shamefully shaking with it, longing and in a dazed- hazy blur. Because of you I'm a mindless puppet, my strings once connected to you are torn. The music doesn't sound right, the dance ain't got he same rhythm, I feel sick when I can't have you feel upside down, when I ain't got my fix. I got it bad & all I want is you say what you want but just know I got a illness there's only one cure for His'aholic & it's you! Always Me Ayeshah ® Copyright 1977 - Present © K.A.C.L.N © All right reserved ®
made up some these words and no disrespect to anyone with a real illness/addiction. Thanks for reading even if for YOU it may not make sense. It was fun and I did a play on words. Besos!
Ayeshah
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Ayeshah
F/American
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
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