My heroin you are, my hit of choice:
Your needles need no juice to get me high
Your looks inject themselves into my eye
One sniff of you and all my cells rejoice:
And you’re not cut with rubbish – pure Rolls Royce -
And I’m addicted to you: months go by
With just one thought, which is: how soon can I
See you again, suck on you, skin your voice?
You keep on pushing. Every time I need
That wee bit more to knock me off my face
Your lush plush limo keeps on adding speed
Until my spirit finds itself in space:
And still you are a drug – your rushes feed
A gap I’ll never fill, though often chase.
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