The way it feels.
The rush, that high.

Something about the blood pumping, and hearts racing, it feels like a drug. I’m due to overdose. It’s an addiction that I crave. A rush I feel spontaneously with just the thought of you.

When our lips touch, the sparks keep flying.
When you hand caresses my skin, I feel the fire.
Then you pull me close and hold me tightly, that grip, that strength.

High on your scent.
Drunk on your taste.
Addicted to your touch.
Hypnotized by your eyes.

I’m an addict.