Junkie

They say you live & you learn, so why is it I continue to get burned, yet yearn for you? You're my addiction. And that's non-fiction. I wish these words weren't true. You're my affliction, with my permission because I return to you. You're something like crack, which Whitney said was whack, but I lack composure without you. Although the sex was great, you were most definitely a mistake because now I'm sprung. The flick of your tongue & the fact that you're hung got me in a tailspin. Hell naw we can't go back to being friends! You are officially my supplier. And every time you take me higher. -L' Mo