Drug Me

I Remember One Evening, 

One Evening We Spoke.

I Asked You A Question,

A Question Of Thought.

This Question I Asked, 

I Asked You What.

I Asked You What, 

What I Asked Was Meant True.

Could I Love,

I Love You.

With Lips So Addictive,

And A Touch So Pure, 

It Was Like The Drug I Abhorred. 

Regardless Of Taste, 

Of Texture,

Of Time.....

I Loved This Drug, 

This Drug Of Mine.