Addiction

So his body ached from the pleasure he craved...
He called her name, desire stuck on the brain,
Sitting silently on a couch that had little white stains,
She came in the room with such elegant grace.
His weak smile grew and his weak heart raced.
She approached him slowly in seductive black lace.
Quick with speed, needle in place.
Liquid gold called out his name.
She was the queen, her power rein.
Injecting bliss into his veins.
Rubbing "sugar" on her lips,
she gave him a gentle kiss.

They laughed like the Irish,
Made love like the Rich.
But eventually the bliss
became a lovely myth.

His body rose like the living dead.
His eyes full of a shameful dread.
He needed his fix, his daily bread.
And looking around he began to panic
His mind was falling like the sinking Titanic.

But then she returned with the gold.
And he found her smile that warmed his soul.
Ready for his fix, a belt around his triceps.
But his body shook too much for the intercept.
I mean, what did he except from a devil in a dress?

She smiled as she told him to stop.
Laughing as he felt like he was about to pop.
His body was stressed, and he couldn't express
How much he needed his gold
His soul growing so very cold.

His brand for life, was banned for life.
But he wouldn't give up, he needed his stuff.
But his veins wouldn't stop shaking, his patience was breaking.
His morals crumbled, and she "Stumbled".
With a loud scream, this was no longer a dream.

So She Gave Him Her All,
And He Shook Less