Your breath is my smoke
Smoke that penetrates with relief that lingers

Your kisses are my alcohol
As each kiss covers my lips with the taste of your desire,
I crave for more

Your touch is the drug in me
With gentle hands that explores my vulnerabilities,
Your passion that allows my spirit to break free,
And your sweetest sin that takes my sanity

They say you're my bad habit,
That I should quit you.

Oh how I Wish I Knew How to Quit You.

I wandered through your ways and fell in love with your beauty
I touched your soul then allowed it to devour my entirety
I fed on you filling me with self-actualization
Now, I'm following you with my hopes of finding the path to my own salvation