This love is a drug. How do I take it? With water or orange juice in the morning? I see you. Handsome with your cocoa smooth skin. It’s like I overdosed you a little. I kept coming back for more. I couldn’t leave you for a day, a minute, a second. I whispered in your ear “Do you like drugs to?” Maybe you would see us, heavenly affectionate under dusky skies, holding hands, pearly lights above. The royal violet fragrance in the air. Your love is a drug people should try. When you kissed my blush red lips you tasted of sweet apricot. I saw your attraction sprinting like a race car going for first place. I used to say what I liked about you but since those drugs got to me I expressed what I loved about you. Three, four pills; seven, eight, nine kills. Do I keep going? You make me feel infinite. No pain whatsoever.