The cure

You’re my addiction The way you please

My senses.

Every touch from you releases

Its future as it rests

In an art curing me of failure

When you look at me

I’m lifted to heights

Where I fly, it seems

And  your eyes tempt me with your sigh

You’re beauty is as much as I can handle

You and I fit together in a poem

Sewn from a quilt of passion

Truly its my honor to take you home

Tonight we will mark this day in fashion

Come and sin with me all night

Tomorrow might rain

But whatever pain comes

We know we hold each other in no shame

In ways that run

In existence with showing love.

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