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This guy is like a drug. . .

Fulfilling my needs, but leaving me weak.

& as his love runs through my veins,

eyes rolling,

because his high is calling. . .

I

answer.

Knowing that with every fix,

my heart is included.

& as the comfort of his lies,

lie between my thighs,

I am satisfied.

Satisfied by the rise of his manhood,

& the sinking of his ego.

as he overcums

the warm nature of his lava

flooding the gates of my misandry.

I AM Addicted.

to this guy like a drug. . .

Fulfilling my needs, but leaving me weak,

Uttering his truths through the tips of his fingers,

Caressing my flesh, 

telling me tales of his loneliness,

that he believes no one else sees.

Surrendering his soul,

with every stroke to

match my cries of pure ecstasy.

I pretend,

to be sedated under his spell,

if only he could tell,

how good he is within these sheets,

yet,

how bad he is for me.