You are a drug.**
It sounds cliché but I swear you really are.
You make my mind dance and my thoughts run all over the place.
Your touch is a shock of electricity, a wave of power traveling my body.
You are a vivid portrait of different shapes and beautiful colors, lovelier than any rainbow.
You make my breathing feel heavy.
You make my heart race to the very thought of you.
You are my fix.
You are the reason my palms get sweaty, my body shakes.
Hearing your lovely voice is enough to get me high, just one word, one hit.
You're addicting.

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s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.