Drug of Choice

He's like a drug;
he keeps pulling me back.
He's like a drug;
he keeps drawing me in.
As much as I want to,
I can't stop falling.
He's like a drug,
and I'm addicted.
Addicted to the way he looks
the moment before his lips touch mine.
Addicted to the feel
of his breath mixed with mine.
Addicted to the taste
of his devastatingly soft smile.
He's like a drug;
the way my heart races when he's near.
He's like a drug;
the way he's gentle yet rough.
I want to run away,
but I always run to him.
He's like a drug,
and I'm addicted.

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