This is what happens when i have writers block for other stories.
She runs into my arms the moment I open the door and immediately her lips are on mine.
Her kisses are like a searing fire that runs through my veins.
I feel it everywhere and I hold on never wanting to let go.
I've always felt like I can never get enough and wishing she would come back for me.
She feeds my desire and fuels the lust and strengthens the attraction.
She's everything and yet she's not because she's not mine.
She seems to want me and she tells me I make her feel good.
She never stays but always leaves and I'm left wondering if she'll come back.
She's not constant some days she's here and some days she's not.
Some days it's good and some it's bad and she's not all about the sex.
She talks and I listen and she listens while I talk.
She smiles and laughs and shows me beautiful things.
Those days I live for and the other I struggle to get through.
I'm told I shouldn't bother and I should let her go.
I'm told she's using me and she will never love me.
I wish I could quit her and when I think I can she come back like she never left.
I'm not strong enough to tell her no or push her away.
I know what we have is unhealthy and could end badly.
She could destroy me so easily but I'll always come back for more.
I'm addicted and she's my addiction.
Her name is love.