Addicted To What Comes Next

I keep telling myself that I can
get through work without
wanting her,
make supper without
smiling at her,
watch a movie without
winking at her,
fall asleep without
kissing her goodnight,and
wake up without
her warm body waiting for me.

I keep telling myself that I can
live without
her and the way she makes me feel,
yet, as I lay here in bed
staring at her slender body,
the room begins to spin,
I've had too much of her tonight;
every ounce I leave behind,
there's only so much I can handle.

It's as if my love
was an open bottle
against my lips,
as wet as a woman,
as addicting as the next.