My Drug Ballad (Part 6)

unsure of her scent, her sight, her feel, unsure of her taste
but so wanting to try it
just like a drug I promise that I can control it
but I secretly wish for her to abuse me and take me over
to lock myself in a room with her for three days straight
to get high, to get desperate and needy,
to get filthy and funky
to get get twisted and choked up inside her high
or at least to smoke with one good puff...
...and
...hold it
...and
...exhale