Nicotine Lips
Your kiss gives me chills.
You know, I feel it.
Gentle touch, hands caressing my sides.
Being here with you is like nirvana in my mind.
I hold on so steady,
Hoping you never leave,
Wanting only to run my fingers through your hair.
And kiss your cheek.
For this is something I crave.
I'm addicted to you sweetie.
This is the healthiest addiction I could have,
One that is to you.
Lips like that nicotine I crave.
Kiss me again baby, make it last.
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