Adx'n

I'm lying in my bed having withdrawals from the absence of you...

I'm craving the next hit of you...

The memory of your touch, your kiss, the sound of your voice in my ear--- it's almost tangible... Yet here I am, alone, lying in my bed having withdrawals from you...

Craving the next hit of you...

Wondering why the hell I'm like this...

Wondering if I'm going to drown in the vomit of my impulsivity...

Wondering if the craving for just one more glance of your smile will ultimately shatter the sobriety of my logic...

Glimpses of your picture and a bump of imagination take the edge off while I try to safely come down off the high of your touch, your kiss, the sound of your voice in my ear--- which is almost tangible.

So, I'm here, in my bed, alone, without you, alternating between wondering if and hoping that you're craving me too...

I just don't want to be alone fighting the fever of attraction and passion and the withdrawal from the lack of satisfaction that is the result of your absence.

I'm craving the next hit of you...