Obsession With What We Already Know

I just wanted one more sip and one more
Taste of you because I know I cannot get
Enough. When I get to reach out, touching  
You, it also gets me high. When those eyes
Look at me with so much of that innocence
And nakedness with your window and door
Wide open to let me in is when the regret
Is forgotten about. When you are clutching  
The bed sheets tightly is when the goodbyes  
On the tip of our tongues make no difference.
Instead it is my mouth and hands that say
Hello. It is like we keep coming back to each
Other and it is even harder to disentangle  
From this obsession. We tried walking away
From this mess, but we cannot un-teach
What we know, each and every angle.