By Paul E. Schindler, Jr.
It used to be food
Then I stopped
Feeding the wrong wolf.
I still feel hunger and addiction for
Intimacy
With you.
Luckily you are there
Willing and able
To help me feed my addiction.
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Or
I am addicted to
joy and ecstasy.
Fortunately,
my addiction has NOT
been a problem.
All I need is to
kiss you,
hug you,
look at you.
The light
from inside you
fans the flames of my joy
and feeds my addiction;
I drown in dopamine.