Addiction

What is this feeling? Such a sweet intoxicant
Staring so deeply into the shadowy inflection
Deeper by the candlelight, I can’t find a stronger high than
The wet lips that are laced with such addicting drug
Called passion and a poison that kills so sweetly
Windswept depths suspended plumb by the nightly discourse
Decked with myrrh and frankincense and solaced by aloes
Hooked on the buzzing of earthly delights
Strung out like an addict by the smoldering eyes
Whiskey-like voice, whispering softness into my ears
Drowning away my intercessions for understanding of the nature
Feeling myself go insane for the need of you

My thumbs so greedily, rapaciously caressing the sacrosanct desire
Taking all of me, leaving nothing in return
Giving it up to the altar of the love goddess as a living sacrifice presently hourly
Trembling, shivering for the moment that darkness becomes the light
How can this be?
How can such a sweet kiss spend my soul from the very recesses I don’t know?
From God’s own hand, came this alluring venom
In the guise of a woman, carved from my ribs
Sculpted, finely woven like a shimmering fabric of reality and ethereality
I find that my heart stops a moment
As the swill of dangerous urges courses hotly through my blood
How can I be so strung out and so denied my passion
Like the nymphomaniac short of her release?
The fever that burns through me shines like a beacon
Pushing my soul throughout the world, feeling my flesh give way
Like a rotted bridge under the tripping and trappings
Of the world at large
What discourse must I take to understand this thing; for I cannot free myself from my addiction to you in this moment
Draw nigh and into the parlor, like a fly into the web of a spider
Excitement comes so quickly, like the rush of vodka
Daring to take every drop of me into its murky depths
Yet it eats from me, my will and my mind
Am I a slave to you already, and your flesh?

Whence came this addiction, so much that my soul pours itself out
Like a fount of life-giving water
Injected into my veins, this addiction is more powerful
Than the purest of Heroin
And the need to have my fix comes every minute
And every second of the day
Is this a lust for the intoxication, preserved only by the suspension of disbelief?
How can I not see it?
Rubbed into my skin, like a powerful hallucinogen, I’m tripping balls
Not sure what is so real anymore
All I know that I need you again and again

Addicted to you like a personified affliction
A second doesn’t go by, that I don’t think of the sweet delirium
I surrendered myself, my life to the addiction
My blood pours, and my soul sighs as if I were dying in the embrace
And this addiction, this desire, laps up my life with each second
Drinking deeply into her all of who I am
Am I so lost to the entire world for one?

For all the world, the ecstasy that leads me to you
The disposition that drives my mind seven ways batty
More powerful than any high a man can produce
What is it I find in you, that I know not another way to understand
To be sure, this addiction has held me firm
And I refuse to let it go
Hanging in the still night, drained of all my essence, I am drawn deeper
Misunderstanding my addiction is not possible; I know what I want
And the next hit, the next push threatens to drive me
Threatens to take me again and again
Pushing itself further into my mind
Wedging itself deeply into sub-conscious
All that I know, that you’ve made me your slave, your love and lover
And I am hopeless in the matter of love
And forever addicted.