Pathetic as it seems
But my senses are well delighted
with your dangerous presence.
Playing with fire
that lingers in my mind,
I know this is just
one foolish ride.
But the exhilaration it brings
With just one smile
Is a tease that surrenders me
Right through your arms
I called
my own
little paradise.
Marie Joyce B. Negapatan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addiction-24/
