I may just be an addict…. A simple smile of hers delivers a fix,

Thoughts of her  tingle the innermost cavities of my happiness while her potency flows

From the curvature of her hips to the delicate silenced whispered between her lips.

Drunken, staggered…maybe I’m addicted knowing I could never get enough of this.

I may just be an addict…

She is my Heroine…