I am an addiction I can’t shake off.

A brake-less truck flashing downhill.

Reckless is the only way I know how to wear my heart

And my dick.

My eyes are hurricanes — you will get lost in them.

My mouth is a volcano

Don’t let anything that comes from it anywhere close to you.

But my touch… shit!

My touch is the breeze in a hot August afternoon.

Wear it around you and forget the world.

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