I never celebrate anniversaries
but this means something to me

last month, I met this man
who caught my eye
with a single glance
he stole my heart
captivated my mind
with his incredible thoughts
and those clever words

his charm is heavenly
his sarcasm is ****
those witty comments of his
are what thrill me
makes me wanna love him
against the cold bedroom wall
to spark a little passion
make him forget
that there's anything else
in this world except him and I
and then in the night
cuddle with him
stare into his eyes
remind him every day
how he's my prince
when we kiss underneath the stars
and take long walks with our hands entwined
I'd cherish him forever until he loses his mind
until we're both completely attached

like cigarettes
you're addictive as hell

like the alcohol in my glass
you make me feel so well

your presence

soothes

my soul

your touch
makes me

lose

**control

his fingerprints
are all over
my heart
I swear
tonight
we'll
make
love
under

the stars
in the
night
sky

face of an angel
skills of a devil
one taste of me
and you'll want double
I guess you could say
I'm pure trouble
but I like being
in our love bubble

he says I'm addictive
I always tend to deny
but his mouth says otherwise
why do I even dare try?

his touch makes me weak
his eyes get me so lost
I can't seem to get enough
of his moves, his touch
his passionate
yet rough ways

the *** is a mix of
pleasure and pain
he makes me so needy
I could want him
over and over again
he really is that good
at what he does

never known such an addictive man
in my entire life
he's just
incredible
I wanna be
his wife
the one
who wins
his heart
of gold

***** makes me high,
But his words take me *higher.

I'm
      so
         lost
              in
                the
        
                    want,
                            need,
                                   desire.

The thought of him drives me insane,
But in the sweetest way.

He makes me want the best,
The worst and the ultimate,
The rough, the passionate,
The fast, the slow,
The intimate.

He makes me want it all,
The greatest kick,
The greatest high,
The greatest fix,
Even the tragic.

Going...

                     I
                         n
                              s
                                 a
                                     n
                                         e

He's the adrenaline I want,
Making the blood pump faster,
Through my tiny veins.

He's the sugar rush I need,
To satisfy the hunger,
Which I'm trying to feed.

My heart is nothing without it's beat,
Just like I am nothing without him.
My soul is nothing without it's glow,
Just like my heart is nothing without his love.

I sound obsessed. Like a child in a candy store.
I guess he's my addiction. I keep wanting more.

Tragic lover, yes.
Something he loves.

Wouldn't mind giving a bit of everything,
As long as he's the one receiving.

I feel like a princess gone bad.
And I need a prince,
To put me back in my place,
If that even makes sense.

Not sure why I'm saying all this.
I guess I'm just so tragic,
And guess what?
He likes it.