your allure
Your warm bed
I can not resist
I am tumbling
My once still world
will not stop
I tumble
over and over
head over heels
heels over head
I spin into bliss
my head now fuzzy
a drunken stupor
my body is warm
my limbs tingle
I tumble
over and over
head over heels
heels over head
or an addict
or a blinded lover
You are not my whiskey
or my drug
or my abusive love
I am a worn cloth
You are my dryer
Can I be a cloth too? That sounds wonderful!
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