One taste of me 

is all you’d need

I’d 

wrap you up tight

with pure pleasure

I’d

light you up

and ensure that burn

I’d 

saturate your lungs

like cheap

nicotine

I’d

smother you

in a sticky,

black need

I’d 

penetrate your bloodstream

inducing
 that trance-like state

And when you'd blow me out 

after that sweet smoked high

you’d taste me on your lips 

and 

need

more

I’m the kind of narcotic

that should come with a

surgeon 
generals
 warning
 label.

~j~