The Rush of Nico, My Lust for Tina

It's hard to quit...

The taste of my desire
Like a moth to a flame
I set him on fire
And inhale
The fumes
Of my addiction
Which leaves me
Fervently reaching
To consume another..


Her silky white silhouette
And potency
Invite me
To kiss every aspect
Of what makes her
Deviantly delicious,
She feels so right
Too bad,
If only she wasn't,
Hazardous to my health...