Insidious

Call me insidious.
I'll be the little taste of sugar
that you can't deny yourself.
I'll be that one last chapter
that keeps you reading all night.
I'm harmless, at first.
Call me insidious.

Sure, I want your body,
and I'll work my way in.
But it's your mind I want to own.
I'll slip in through your ear,
or an open window.
When you try not to think of me,
that's when I'll have you.
Call me insidious.

I'll be that next drink
you can't turn down.
I'll be that last cigarette
you hate yourself for lighting.
I'll be the needle
when you take too much.
Call me insidious.

(Photo credit: "Colors of the rainbow" from Jason Meredith on Flickr)

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