You know, you take my tongue when you’re near, and my heart when you’re away. I wonder if you knew the way I felt for you. I want you to use me like a drug, and get high as you wanna. I want you become addicted to my taste. Breathing in my sweet lines and ease your own mind. Until you over dosed off my love. Well, I’m not a good poet, but Keith P. Rein must be.