Addictive

I still taste her on my lips.
Sweet, like wet sugar.
I'm careful to catch every drop.
If I lose one, I 'll crave the taste forever.
I'm hooked. I desire her. She's so addictive.

Her taste is delicious.
Like corner store candy.
Gobbling up one after another.
I go insane until I have more.
I'm insatiable. She's what I desire. She's totally addictive.

She calls me her bad habit.
How could something this good be bad at all?
Here is the place that I wanna keep her.
Beside me. High on my shelf. Or is this a pedestal?
No matter. She deserves it. To be praised. Craved and desired.
She's what I long for. What I spend my nights aching for.
She's what I live for. The thing I'm hooked on.
I don't need twelve steps for this one.
She is so damned addictive...