When we're apart
I just want to talk to you.
You plague my thoughts
But I don't mind.

I wanna know
How you're doing
Even if it's a simple answer
It makes me happy.

Our talks might be short
And I might not know
What to say to you
But I don't care.

I feel like we make
The most of the time
We have together.
But why do I want more?

I wanna feel your hand grasp mine
Our fingers interlocking
Our lips crashing together
In a frenzy of desire.

You're something I can't
Get enough of.
An addiction. A craving.
Some sort of drug.