by Terri Crawford

Created on: May 16, 2008   Last Updated: January 31, 2012

Pretty, little, tightly packed cylindrical object of joy,
Though everyone says you're bad for me, let's face it, I'm your toy,
I crave you in the morning, in the afternoon, and night,
After every single meal...Dammit, where's my light,

I've found that you're a part of me, though wicked, I can't resist,
Just waiting to be alone with you and share our fatal kiss,
A sexy swirl of smoke sways up above our heads,
I know I'm not supposed to, but I've had you in my bed,
I say I'll quit this nasty thing, but no matter how hard I try,
I keep coming back to what feels good, there is no reasoning why,
You relax me and you soothe my nerves, when I feel I can't go on,
They tell me I need to leave you, I have to quit you, I have to be strong,
Everyday I've missed your touch, and the taste of you on my lips,

The night drags on forever, ever since we split,
I know just how to find you, I'll be a thief in the night,
We can be together again, my sweet,...Dammit, where's my light?

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