By Shaunathin Montgomry
Date: 26 February 2000
A Drug
Skin like velvet my touch is felt,
Her body silent, calls for a response.
My hand runs down the river of skin,
Down her back i start to quiver.
A drug she is,
Which i always need.
Im an addict,
And she, she is the cure
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