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Paramour
March 22, 2012
I know it better than I know myself.
I've found it; the method to my madness.
Control is something you must learn yourself.
To my morals, I am adulterous,
An enslavement that drives me insane.
I keep myself locked, this drug is my key.
You are my pleasure inflicted by pain.
I like it better when you're close to me.
This better not be another fast one,
It'll linger like a hot whiskey kiss.
Such sick indulgences I use for fun.
A life before this, too sober to miss.
Tame hearts have much to be fearful of.
Fear not my dear, this addiction is love.
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