The Addict In Me...

Heated and profound has been the argument,
I, at last, am to utter the verdict;
And for me, it's also meant,
As I acknowledge, I'm an addict.
What I need, though, I cannot hoard-
Not that I 've to dodge the law,
Or I don't 've the means to afford;
It's about more than having an open paw,
His whims and their love are underscored.
The pains born of its chase,
Tell me to bid sensitivity goodbye;
Pleasure, forever, that would erase,
And the laughter's lust ensures I agree to cry.