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[roxanathedork]

the smoke encircling me
you can look, but dont you touch.
oh, but the touching is what i want
what i need, what i long for.
i will miss the feeling of your warm, rough hands
massaging out the pains of my past
pressure point by pressure point
draining me of negativity,
like silly putty in your hands.
i will open myself up to you
i dont know if it is safe,
but it feels so good,
so right, so predestined.
i was meant to be in your arms tonight.
if you leave, part of me would go with you,
but if you had never come, i wouldnt still be here.
you saved me, tonight.
love always comes crashing
sobering all other feelings into oblivion.
i dont even think i know what im talking about anymore.
i miss smoking.
you are like my drug.