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My Drug Is You ...
Met you anonymously
One in a million chance.
The world was at our feet.
Sent messages back and
forth while we work.
The world was watching
our foreplay.
At night our heads
raised and our lips touched
instinctively.
Effortlessly!
In the sex shop, in the
parking lot, in the
liquor store.
I have not mind, since
you are my drug of choice.
Not enough of you
for me.
Yet you asked me not
to leave.
But the rift was
meant to be.
