Uncontrolled substance

When you speak, I’m drunk
I just open my mouth up
I taste you
I’ve had too much
I spin with the room
I don’t care enough
To hold on to what I knew
What I know is fucked
I keep needing more of you
So I follow the lust
Because you make it so easy to
Get drunk when you touch
My ears with that sweet cool
Deep-throat I have to come
For the spirit who became my muse

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