INHALE . . . . .
my breathe like the retreating wave.
I take you in, each pulse gasps for a breath.
HOLD IT IN . . . . .
A lethargic drug filling-up my senses,
A slow seduction creeping in my veins.
EXHALE . . . . .
My breath drawn away from me,
The wave racing back to the shore
that I stole them from.
You are expelled from my system.
INHALE , HOLD IT IN , EXHALE
cycle upon cycle
I'm on a high.
love overdose
INHALE, HOLD IT IN, EXHALE
Your perfume is so addictive.
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