The Drugs On Him

People say that he’s never been good
Not to me or anybody
But his white presence I can’t ignore
I could give my life just to touch him

Sipping his sense to my body
I always love his scent
No more pain I feel
I’m free when he’s inside

Ten years from now it might have over
But he will be there always
Remind me how good he was to me
But too much him in my vein will kill me..