To call my own. The slightest correction. Couldn't finely hone. The sweetest infection. Of body and mind. Sweetest injection. Of any kind. I stop and I stare too much. Afraid that I care too much. And I hardly dare to touch. For fear that the spell may be broken. When I need a drug in me. And it brings out the thug in me. Feel something tugging me. Then I want the real thing not tokens. The sweetest perfection.... Things you'd expect to be. Having effect on me. Pass undetectedly. But everyone knows what has got me. Takes me completely. Touches so sweetly. Reaches so deeply. I know that nothing can stop me. Sweetest perfection. An offer was made. An assorted collection. But I wouldn't trade. The sweetest perfection.... Takes me completely. Touches so sweetly. Reaches so deeply. Nothing can stop me. .