Addicted

The whispered words cause shivers in the dark.

The touch of your hand makes my body ache for more.

The taste of your lips, tongue and hot breath make me want to crawl into you.

The moments of high combined with incoherent muttering and

screams of passion make the need

all the more powerful. 

Then, you are gone.

Replaced by air, memories that fade too quickly and a intense desire to feel again.

My body aches, my mind screams and

I feel lost.

I trace the marks with my fingers,

caress my body with my eyes closed but it isn't the same.

And I realize,

I'm addicted.

Hopelessly.