The place was reeking alcohol, I was about to walk away when I was pushed against a wall ,those eyes I longed to see were looking back at me .. shivers ran down my spine when this hands touched me . It felt as if I was deserted without his embrace Then he whispered to Me " you're my glass of addiction, you're my Drug . Never think of leaving " " these nights belong to us I won't let other take them from me my love " His touch was my Drug and I was his Love was a metaphor for us to satisfy our Hunger for each other . . all rights reserved read on your own risk 18+