in recovery

like nicotine; i struggle with my addiction. i suck and puff and blow, only to be burned as the ashes drip between my thighs. you share your chromosomes like they are a prize. silence the day after yelling loudly in my heart. i try the patch, no substitute will do. i chew on another searching for satisfaction constantly reminded of the estatic euphoria that would exist between my lips. can i have another? i whore myself for more and more and more awakened to your backside moving to the horizon. you are my stick of desire, a glutton for you am i...and more and more and more always wanting. i smell you on another aroused by the fragrance of your funky fresh aroma and more and more i must have you nothing but death will separate. death of my soul it lies empty drained by the energy known as love and more and more i must still have more sucking on air that fills you on the inside lacking substance my mind begins to go conquered by toxins emitted i struggle with my addiction i struggle with my addiction i struggle with my addiction i struggle with my addiction