DRGS

You have your ways of getting into me.
Pale white skin with imperfect blemishes
Your fragrance is quite remarkable.
I can distinguish you even in darkness; smoke applewood with a hint of cherry.
Lightning-stricken buds; you taste nothing but blood.
I tried to stop you, but your whispers are way too loud.
I felt electric under my skin.
A love-hate relationship is nothing but a mistake.