Aching with confounded cravings

I find I don't know what to do

My soul is lonely, my heart aching

I long for my much-needed dose of you

You're my medicinal fix

All wrapped up in a sexy body

A metaphor for a glass pill-bottle:

Your fragility captivates me

And yet you are healer, protector,

Goddess, perhaps, and strength

My antidote to nostalgic dreams

But you hold me at arms length

And I long to throw myself within

To drown - coated in vented sin

Melt into you and let you win

And smother kisses over your smug grin

And I dream of inhaling you

In smoky clouds, becoming drunk

On potent nicotine dragged into

Empty yearning lungs

You intoxicate me