Ann

In her presence, I'm lost, consumed, A heart ensnared, an addiction bloomed. Her essence lingers, like a sweet perfume, A girl so captivating, in every room. Her eyes, like stars, shimmer and glow, Drawing me closer, with a magnetic flow. Her smile, a spell, casting its charm, Leaving me breathless, completely disarmed. Her laughter dances, like a gentle breeze, Tickling my soul, putting my heart at ease. Her touch, electric, ignites a fire within, A craving that lingers, beneath my skin. Her voice, a melody, echoing in my mind, A siren's call, impossible to unwind. Her presence, a drug, I yearn to embrace, Lost in her aura, in an endless chase. Yet, I must tread carefully, for addiction's snare, Can lead to a path of darkness and despair. But how can I resist this girl I adore, When she's become my weakness, my very core? Oh, girl of my addiction, let me find a way, To savor your presence, without going astray. For in your beauty and grace, I find my release, A love that's enchanting, a sweet, addictive peace.