My addiction

So your tongue as sweet as candy
your words come from the heart
you make sure our time is well-spent
with lips as soft as pillows
that demand my attention
I'm hoping once I choose
I'll be making the right decision
am I being controlled by lust
or could I be falling back in love
I feel as if a question mark appears over my head
whenever someone talks to me
all your words seem sweet
but I fear that I'll become addicted
you'll move in
I'll be stuck saying my addiction was my win / lose