I’m like a heroin addict and the very first time I got a hit of his love I was addicted. The moment he penetrated me and injected his poison, he took control of a soul that was lost. I’m like Ray Charles, blind to the imperfections that have kept me feenin for the taste of his numbing sensations. I’m a functioning addict. Yet my daily routines are executed in the means of knowing that at the end of the day he’s there to take the stress away. What began as a voluntary choice has turned into a physical and psychological need. No food can curb my hunger. No beverage can quench my thirst. Having him is a complete must. Every time my heart beats I hear his voice, when I close my eyes I see his face. My time is consumed with wondering when my next consumption of his tantalizing concoction will be. He has the ability to touch every nerve in my body and remove all the bad feelings I have encountered. He’s my ecstasy, MY DRUG OF CHOICE!
Author: Danielle Cannady