My opiate fix

 
 
I think about your body and the way you always tell me good morning even when I'm not there  
 
Fantasize on how my lips would taste  
pressed softly against yours  
I'd learn each curve of your body  
tracing my tongue over each muscle  
 
relishing  in it  
 
Listening to the music from your perfect lips  
 
bewitch me  
 
flourishing my inner goddess each and every day  
feasting on the love from your tongue  
 
we bare  our hearts naked  
plastered all over the walls  
letting go of every insecurity  
exposing vulnerability for the world to see our flaws  
we make them beautiful  
 
as one  
 
You have become my opiate  
and I'm constantly yearning for my fix