Addicted

TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING IS TOO MUCH TO HANDLE… SO I MAN HANDLE HER SOFTLY… I PUT HER SOFTLY INTO MY MOUTH AND SNORT MORE THAN TOO MUCH OF HER… HER POWDERY WHITE SKIN INTOXICATES ME… AND ME, I WANT MORE AND THEN MORE AND A LITTLE MORE, TIL SHE’S GOT NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE… AND SHE GIVES ME A HEAD RUSH… SO I RUSH BACK AND TRY TO GET MORE AND THEN MORE AND A WHOLE LOT MORE, TIL I HAVE TO QUIT… QUIT LOOKING INTO HER JADE SHADED EYES… EYES THAT PIERCE MY SKIN LIKE NEEDLES AND INJECT MY VEINS WITH JOY… OVERJOYED, ADDICTED TO MY NEW INFATUATION WITH HER… HER POUTY LIPS BECKON ME LIKE LIGHTHOUSES OVER ROUGH SEAS… AND I SEE HER AS A PLACE OF REFUGE AND REST… SO I REST MY CASE, CAN YOU SEE WHY I’M ADDICTED… ADDICTED TO HER SWEETNESS, THE WAY SHE MAKES ME FEEL… AND I FEEL HER IN MY BLOOD, MAKING MY HEART BEAT FAST AND SWEAT DRIP OUT OF MY PORES, WHEN SHE POURS OUT HERSELF… AND SHE POURS HERSELF OUT TOO MUCH… THEN I DISCOVER THAT TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING IS WAY TOO MUCH TO HANDLE… I DON’T THINK I CAN HANDLE HER ANYMORE