Metaphorically speaking...

My addiction surrounds me in this place
,,I  keep thinking of our last embrace....
  It teases me like a warm sweet taste...but I cant stop till I win the race,
You keep running thru my mind 
 i anticipate when's our next time,
    like a  lit cigerate that burns to  fast  I'm trying to savor it and make it last
 in need of a hit ... I feel like I'm on fire it's  something in the distance that I Desire
  an ice cold feeling in my veins, I need a long drag but all I see is flames,
 as i get closer to the source I start to feel no remorse 
your what i want, i need it bad, your not in a bottle  or a can,
 your the substances with many fans
 I long for a hit from your  glass,  inhaling you in, all your smoke,  
With suction so tight lipped I'm bound to choke, your smokes inside me it finds my inner treasures ... 
...all the way in baby don't fall short in measures, 
Your the goal and I have to score, you and me  have traveled these  routs before
  the roads of my curves and the paths of my  mounts tips you've had me more then several trips...  
, some days  I'm pleading for a fix, its a special kind of high that you give, 
your  a habit I refuse to quit  ...
 When i get the urge  it's so demeaning ,
 your the drug that I be feening ..A  u get my meaning? picking up on my metaphors?
 this  drug i need u Cant buy  in stores
 so Im plotting  on  schemes to get me sum more ...