Narcotic Lips

Passively inhale you
But cannot touch
I try not to sniff you up

Want you to run through my veins
But dare not take the hit
Mind altering effects of you are observed
I'd need you constantly on a drip

I want to pour you neat into my eyes
My faulty coping mechanism
On which I can always rely

Witness your magic
And watch you cast your spell
Yearn to try you
Many others succumbed and fell

No peddle, no hard sell
No need, you do what you do, so well
One touch of lips would blow my mind

Leave me reeling 
Followed by a shit feeling
And then you'll run out
and I'll be in hell

You are not available
From a dealer
No substitution on a script
And my withdrawal would be fatal
From just one touch of your narcotic lips