the funk in my right

I wonder if there is a place for people like me
Sometimes wonder why I can’t get enough
I always want more than I can handle
And even after having all of that
I am stuck craving
More
The smell
The taste
The way it feels
The way it doesn’t speak
But says everything at the same time
And makes me forget where I am
At the moment
Makes me want to bathe in it
Sink all the way to bottom
So that I can soak it all in
I can’t forget
Even when I try not to remember
But still
It is
My muse
My Jones
My biggest mystery
My deepest dream