The Addict

I'm addicted to the
Taste of you.
The way you melt on my
Tounge like the most
Delectable bit of chocolate.
Always leaving me hungry
And craving more.

I'm addicted to the
Smell of you.
Like sweat and burnt oil.
All the things a girl's
Supposed to hate but it's
All I desire.

I'm addicted to the
Sound of you.
Deep and resonating
Like a gong sending
Shock waves to my soul.

I'm addicted to the
Feel of you.
Hard and stong yet so
Soft and pliant in
My hands.

I'm the addict and
You're my drug.
Clouding my days with
Withdrawl and Filing
My nights with indulgence.

The tingle on the tip of
My tounge as I wait to
Ingest you. The relief
As my lips meet yours.

The burning desire to fill
My lungs with you. The calm
That wafts over me as you
Enter the room.

The pounding emptiness
That reverberates within
Me. The mind blowing
Acoustics that envelope
Me when you speak my name.

The itch left over where
I know you once touched me.
The tingle and excitement
As you touch me again.

I'm the addict and
You're my drug. Memories
Of you cause this twitchy
Pull at the base of my
Spine that never lets
Me go long without
Thinking of you.

I'm the addict.
And you're the one drug
No twelve step program
Can ever rid me of.