Drunk

 I was intoxicated at the word "hello".
 My every intention was to resist.
 To never drink you in. To never let you pass my lips.
 But, oh, look at me now.: succumbing to my addiction.
 Simultaneously, you are the cure and the affliction.
 I'm Drowning in a glass of you.

Tracing the lines of you mouth as I drink from your cup.
Your touch, the touch of intention.
Your skin warm against mine.
Like 100 volcanoes ready to erupt.

Can I get a refill of what your serving?
One taste could never be enough
I want to be consumed by you, be taken over.
Guide me with your inner light.
Shine so bright that I'm blinded by your aura.

Teach my body to respond only to your look, your touch, your kiss.
Wash over me.
Cleanse me with your caresses.
Give me new life with every touch of your lips.

I'm filled to the brim with desire.
A thirst that can only be quenched by multiple glasses of you.
Wait, did I say glasses?
Fuck that, this addiction calls for bottles.
Fill my wine cellar with multiple.
This affliction does not require rehab, simply a lifetime of inebriation.