She took me to a place that I’ve never been
She took my hands and blew on them
Her high was my thrill recklessly obtained
I was on the corner calling out her name
Hitting her up with a dark serenade
Worse than feinding for crack cocaine
Jonesing for her skin scents  in that special way
I inhale exhale in this love game
My high  for her would last for days
Hidden in Holiday Inns  motel sixteen different ways
Turn up the TV and pull down the shades
I attempt to cold break this cage
Of desire destruction and passionate rage
I’m trying to handle my addiction
My own private pricked pain so in love with
Potent sticky moist--like Mary Jane
Inhaling her mist thrusting in towards hips
Crushing her tightly rolled fingertips
Sucking on her with lips in sugar coated  hits
Dazed adrift in sun-rays mesmerized bliss
As she pours herself out in measured drips
Coated with caffeine mocha slipped
Between coffee thighs and whipped creamy tricks
So hot I burn my tongue
Tasting her chocolate brown complexion
Lingering lost in her affection
She traces my spine with direction
In some downward earth axis spiral erection
Watching her cheek-boned reflection
I can hardly contain my direction
Like an inter-net spider-webbed connection
Explicitly derived diving in her lovely confections
Kit-Kat , Milky Way and Sugar Daddy recollections
Awakening to soft baby voiced sounds
Her memory wears on me  I lose sensibility
Rambling incoherently about her heated summer  sprung on me
..She could have been a vision maybe
She stands here    next to me
And I’m left helplessly
Her love rushes I’m intoxicated see
I need a 12 step program to shake her from my reality

Douglas Miles, © 2000