By Deli, bond_girl007@hotmail.com
Date: 29 April 1998

Addiction

Your love is addiction:
like nicotine spreading 
through my veins.
Relaxing my body
(blurring my eyesight)

Your body is sin:
like the eyes of a child
disguising the passions of a man.
Satifying my needs
(erasing all rationality).

Your touch is fire:
like a shot of vodka
burning a path down my throat.
Quenching my thirst 
(leaving me wanting more).

Your kiss is surrender:
like the wings of an angel
sweeping over my pulsing skin.
Enveloping my spirit
(chaining my soul).