Sweet lips cold touch on warm skin.
Touch so addicting should be a sin.
Her Breath warming on my neck.
Touches can turn me into a wreck.
Picturing spinning her around a ballroom.
Losing her is my biggest fear my doom.
Scared that it might happen at any hour.
So the love of hers shall I devour.
For if tomorrow comes and she is not by my side.
I would run away i would post up and hide.
Loss of my sanity would come.
For a love so addicting only shows its self too some.
She is my happiness, my world and all the above.
The one I speak of is my princess for who I love.