illegal substances

frequent trips down dark alley ways to satisfy

this insatiable itch. 

first flicker of fire to HIS pipe

i hit. 

i, inadvertently, inhale immediately. 

leaving behind dignity. 

surpassing superiority.

right into a drug paradise,

it so seems. 

piquant.

steadily stimulating not only my mind and body, but my soul. 

i want

more. 

more and more. 

magically making these remarkable illustrations before

me. 

assembling these illicit illusions like an illustrious 

artist would with a paint brush. 

but instead it was HIS needle of intimacy

creating these pleasurable Pablo Picasso simplicities. 

pleasantly penetrating my body,

"my property",

incessantly. with HIS poison. 

deeper. faster. harder. 

heightening my high, vigorously. 

panting. sweating. shaking. 

discombobulation.

followed by hyperventilation. 

needing rehabilitation.

to finalize the annihilation 

of this drug i so yearn for night&day.

The End.

vitals are no longer vital,

idle. 

relapses. 

yearning for HIS hourly orgasmic practice.

secretly loving HIM. 

damn.

my illegal substance.