Hit of You
I breathe you in
The taste of the air around you
Intoxicates me, gets me high
Fills me with a desire so strong
The scent of you should be criminal and yet
Still here you sit
Beside me
Smelling so good
Peddling your scent
Making my mouth water
Waiting, anticipating…
Wondering when I can
Get my next hit of you
9-16-11
Form: free
There are days when pheremones are all I need to get me through the day. I am pretty sure that I will get back to those days soon, or at least, get back to something resembling those days.
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