Craving you…..yearning….pining. I ache.
I want to be intoxicated by you, the way that you get me high.
I want your touch, your scent, your look.
I am breathless.
You want my energy….but that is all you, my dear.
Your energy in my presence is all yours – not mine.
I want to get high with you. I want to get high off you. And in turn get you high.
I want you.