Pathetic Poetry

Cravings

I crave it.
The scent, taste, touch, I crave it all.

I want it so badly & I can't explain why.
Like how someone craves medicine, weed or anything else that is claimed bad at some time in the world.
You're my bad craving at times.

But oh my,

I want to get drunk on your taste, so drunk I don't think straight & will just tell you how much I love you without thinking.
I want to be high on your scent, so high that I will look at your beautiful face & only smile because your eyes will look brighter than normal.
I want to be with you right now, & touch one another like we never felt human beings before.

I crave that so badly.

I crave this sin we commit.
I crave this lifestyle with you.
I crave freedom to be in love in public.
I crave the freedom of your fingers on my skin like you're painting me on a canvas.

I don't crave "it",
What I really crave is you.