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dopamine lingers in her lips
i get a hit every time we kiss
when she holds me tight my heart skips
her closeness is the epitome of bliss
and I'm hooked on her hips
their softness steals my breath
especially when she rises and dips
then we perish together, in the sweet little-death
she might be a junkie, the way she begs for more
I ensure she overflows, upon receiving the dose
ironic, how we shudder in the clouds, while still on the floor
we can't handle withdrawals; so we keep each other close.