Lips of Love

You're butterfly lips formed a motion,

And every time.... I swarm in;

Looking like the FBI swat team;

Plotting to bust a drug exchange,

Only; I'm plotting to drift,

Hoping to drown in your diction;

Beautifully handcrafted, handcuffed me to this addiction.

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Key of being an addict is silence,

That's when I feen for your words;

Inhale every comment like "this hit will always be my first"

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