One may wonder can passion become addictive,
Thinking of someone 24/7, being lost without them,
Anxious for their touch, their smell, the taste of a kiss,
Eyes dilated as you both embrace, ah, must be a drug,
Her in my arms, silence in early morn, no words spoken,
A never understood feeling this passion, what can it be,
'Tis everything you want it to be, you both must indulge,
Passion starts in your head, then you become as one,
Trust, openness, telling each other, no secrets untold,
Then like a drug, passion elevating your senses so high,
From simple to subline, seeing each other brings a rush,
Am I addicted to this woman who gives me this drug,
Yes I say, and she to is addicted to our drug, each other.
