Love, Sex and Drugs

Late night and we're at it again, Good God how I missed the intimate intimacy, the slow, fiery love and the reflecting after it was all done.
I should have left but it didn't seem right, that's why I had to fight, for you? No, but for my own pleasure, which we both seem to cater so much for.

I love the love and I hate the distance sometimes, how we part in our thoughts into an alternate world where we're really happy and fixed up, where we're not addicted to things which I shouldn't mention or even have in my line of thought.

I sometimes wonder where we might end up, I never get to see the upper end of things.
We've made joint decisions to get a new high, something different from our occasional low.