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 ...im in and out of consciousness and balled like a fetus on my throw rug, my eyes cross from trying to focus,I roll onto my hands and knees and moan as you pull my hair from behind like passionate love,you lean over and whisper in my ear, “Your savior is here, whats your drug?”....

...I take a dose,

and play with the lingering smoke,

no choke, just dose,

I struggle to stop with all my heart,

but I dose,

my soul shivers,

my pussy quivers,

my backbone shatters,

my eyes roll,

my toes ball,

my will melts as I take the glorious fall...

No one can catch me,

im falling but im still to high to be caught,

as you wait down below,

i go into my crevice and dose,

the dim light flickers

from the burning tip of my blackened soul,

the room fills

with aroma and smoke

but no choke, just dose...

I open my all

and I let it in,

it becomes my only friend

and then my man,

I crown my king,

and buy him lavish things,

and he keeps me dosed...

With every penetration

I become more his,

where is my strength?

I absorb him into my veins

while warped in mazes,

My scenery turns gray

as I clench and wish it away,

it returns always

with vengeance and brigade,

and I dose....

stress snatches me

from all reality,

and I take a small peek just to see,

they say its a choice,

but its more

like a hypnotizing voice,

singing my favorite song

all night and day long,

my body moves to its rhythm,

my heart races,

my nipples harden

I get wet down below

when you finally DO show,

oh no! Here I go! And I double dose...

My soul shivers,

my pussy quivers,

my backbone shatters,

my will melts

and my muscles relax

and I spread open wide

while you slip inside,

there’s no more ‘I’,

possessed by my high,

no choke, just dose,

and dose, and dose, and dose....is there any hope?.....

Im so lost

*whispering voice* “Your saviors here, Whats your drug?”

(cycle continues)