Slowly arousing me, inciting me
to do that which makes me
stay awake, never letting me rest.
And my nights are long and my
days are even more so.
And my hands keep moving while
my mind keeps racing
and my heart just never stops.
A quick ending never comes.
Time consumed like drugs
by the addicted man, substances
that later find themselves creeping
from his insides out
to his skin.
Devotion, emotion, erosion.
I think I'm in love.

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