I want you
I crave you
Feeling your gentle touch,
Your hands on my waist,
Your lips on my neck,
Giving me chills,
Making me ache for more.
Hearing your heart
Beating against my ear
As I try to be
As close to you as possible.
Tasting your kiss
And whatever else I dare.
Seeing you smile
When you roll over in bed
And see me,
Beside you,
Like I swore I always would be.
It's...frightening.
The vulnerability that comes
With needing something
Or someone
So badly.
Your touch,
An injection.
Your kiss,
A hit.
Love,
The narcotic.
And you,
My dear,
My dealer.