Addicted To Obsession

The needle falls from my hand.
Golden orbs still bubbling beneath my skin.
Honey coursing through my veins.
The sweet nectar breathes life to my lonely heart.
She reaches into the inner depths of my being.
Her fingers flowing with dopamine.
How can a song so sweet bear a bitter taste.
A stinging tongue and a pulsing mind.
A two faced gal wears different stripes.
Just one more time around, I want to hold her close.
To feel her loving embrace, a familiar friend.
I hear her calling in the dark and she begs me to trip.
I wouldn't mind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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