'Misty' Poem by Balint Nagy

Baby, there's not a word I could say
For so long, I just feel this way:
Your touch is a needle to my veins
But girl, I'm addicted to pain.

Now, that it has come to this,
Be my dirty little chick.
You're the only one I miss
Come and make me 'sick'.


Baby, you don't even know,
How much I just need this,
I won't take it slow.
Baby, trust me, I will show,
How much I just need this,
How far I will go.
I just want to feel your kiss,
Taste and taste your lips.
Oh baby,
You make me
So crazy.