Im think im addicted.
Addicted to her eyes.
Addicted to her voice.
Addicted to her smell
Addicted to how my skin feels when hers is pressed against it.
Addicted to the way her lips explore mine.
Addicted to her smile.
Addicted to her laugh.
Addicted to how she walks towards me.
I cant believe im saying this but im addicted to her ass man.
Im addicted.
And i cant seem to quit.
And cant go a single day without her.
I need more and more every minute that passes.
Im addicted to her man.
But ive got to be carefull.
If I have too much.
I might over dose.
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Pieces Of Us
PuisiA collection of poems and short stories that may or may not be related to each other.
