Opium,
under my skin,
soaked into my soul,
slightly sweet,
supernaturally seductive.
My parma violet prince,
on the air,
my mind,
my lips,
nestled in my neediest nights,
when I creep down the stair case,
sniffing and sighing,
like a mad woman.
You are my affliction,
addiction,
obsession,
conviction.
I am handcuffed to heaven,
living in violent,
violet,
vintage.
I am driven to distraction,
destitution,
and desire,
by your slightly sweet,
supernaturally seductive scent.
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