Never thinking I could long for something so simple
I became addicted to it
Not a bad kind of addict
It was just so warm
So comforting
The taste...
Your warmth
The way you hold me
Every part of me and you
You know you do this to me
Send me down a wild spiral
Making me crazy, only for you
It is such a simple thing
Not necessarily a drug, is love a drug?
Your kiss
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The Nature of Love
PoetryLove note in poems. Only one person might get it but take it as you might. Trigger warning.
