headrush

A quiet giggle
A shy smile
Holding hands
Twinkling eyes
Breathing
Sniff it in
A glorious fragrance
You smell
You feel
Tingling
Everywhere
Veins screaming
Blood pumping
Pulsating
Throbbing
You grab hold
Hugging tightly
With a kiss
Made lightly
Breathe in again
Inhaling more
The room spins
As you gasp
For air
Nose twitching
Wanting more
So you hold on
Tightly
On the edge
Balancing
Grabbing on
In an embrace
You kiss
Deep, longingly
In fantasy
Too good to be true
Is it real
Or hallucination
Eyes closing
Lazily
Tongue reaching
Caressing
Searching for more
Inhale
The scent
Tickling
Taunting
Teasing
Creates desire
Insatiable
For more
Holding on
Falling
To the bed
Inseparable
Surrendering
Plummeting
Over the edge
The drug, love

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