I write and you read.. That's usually how it works.
As I paint, the picture gets clearer.. I lust for you but I think it can pass for love.. I cant live with out you.. Could it be an addiction, they criticize me about my dependence too you what can I say I cant let good thing go bad.. This fling will never expire.. You compliment my hunger and tame those flames that attempt burn me deep.. I love how you hug me and cleanse me.. The influence that you have on me is almost godlike.. You make want to be stingy, Its like a woman's worth.. I can still hear your voice when your not around, its like you fell from heaven itself.. literally.... and I'm never thirsty..
Thank god for "Water"
-Peace
