This drug stamped with lust, puts me in a stupor of desires. I get lost in this haze, letting it drift me apart from the current I swim.
The feeling of my thoughts, dancing upon one another. Fighting each others debates, a pointless argument of most.
I never pick the flowers, I pause to smell it's sweet perfume that attracts me.The velvet petals, rich in color...a beauty of bloom. I adore thee.
Clenching the fruitful seed in my palm, the soils of my roots...