He was different
He was the same as the others before him but something about him was different.
There were sparks in his touch
He floated when he walked
And while he was no different than the others, probably worse, he was different.
Not able to decipher how he was different
Trying to figure that out he became her addiction
Fascinated with the way he walked
How he talked
He captivated her
With the slightest effort, he would send chills up her spine
Without even touching her, this man blew her mind
And when they made love he had her high in the clouds
Higher than any pill or type of weed could take you
She became addicted to the rush he presented
Walkin’ on the wild side, he had her
So far gone into her addiction she couldn’t see that he was using her
Seeking the same things, they both went…
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