Her soul feeds and drains my strength.
She is the addiction I must possess.
Longing to caress her tender spirit.
I sacrifice my battle worn heart, just to be near.
Yet she will never belong to me.
I yearn to feel her soft lips, and taste her sweet breath.
Her gentle body calls me to my doom.
I go without regret.
For life within her denial surpasses one devoid of her voice.
-Johnny V.
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