Full On Love Drug

Oh, love, that is my drug, my bodies desperate need for touch...I ask that you subside inside a box, for misery has cum. I believed in simple needs and primal instincts based on breed, for just a moment; caught and cleaned, reviewed, revisited, thus dirtied... I showed my face, the colors came, I dressed my cake, and then we ate... My heart believes, it is ok... but if a choice is to be made, I think I'll have nothing to say... for I don't believe, this is a choice for me, my love is complete ... regardless of the light it's underneath.