Sweetest Taboo

Any day might be my last,

So the doctors say,

That you should be in my past,

But really how could they?

You are my comfort

And my joy,

My addiction

And my demon,

My everything.

When your white sweetness

Slips into me,

I lose glimpse

Of my mortality,

A prisoner,

I ascend new heights

Buoyed by your love,

And when you leave

I plunge into depths

Of dark despair,

So, I have made up my mind

To have you as often as I can

And if Death claims me

In your arms

I will go smiling.

Anything but living

Without my sweet seductive

Cane Sugar.

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