Addiction. Didn't they tell you that it's a killer ?

Enamoured by her perfect structure
Dazzled by her anatomy
Mesmerized by her slender, graceful ways
Enticed by her carnal self
Scorched by her firey touch
I tasted enough alcohol off her lips
to last me a lifetime
Swallowed so much poison off her tongue
it tastes, feels like elixir now
The elixir of Life.


She is my medication
The drug, that holds me in temperorary bliss
An aura, presence, you couldnt miss
I can feel her on the tip of my fingers
I feel her slip away, through the gaps
Like sand, only the pain is more.


And she could kill. The Bitch
For her ways are no less than that of a murderer
Her lips are like venomous arrows
dipped in sweet poison
Her words are no less than bullets
with my name written all over them


Her eyes, remind me of the dying phoenix
So bright, So fierce.
I swear they can see through me.
Sometimes, literally.
Seemingly infuriating.
Sometimes, making me feel naked.
Helpless. Hopeless.
Intimidating, instigating.
Provoking, bringing me closer
To my end.
Like they say,
Addiction is a killer.
Even if it is addiction,
to a personification of pure perfection