Fighting a war with my impulses now that You’ve inspired me again. My muse, You win. I’ve lost control, sniff-licking the phone-mirror as if to inhale You like pink crystal meth, I have to catch my breath...For days, You bounce from dream to dream even while I’m serving ice cream, tingles from You become part of everything!!! That’s why talking to You terrifies me…Love, as You well know, You’re not just a hobby, but an addiction who BEGS satisfaction!