Mon, 09/28/2015 - 22:42 -- Kae.D

Never so potent a drug than the feeling of falling in love.

I sit now in a state of melancholy that lies within; reminicing over what could have been.

That beauty for which God hath bestowed upon me is just as suddenly taken; I miss her embrace when I awaken.

It's a drug.

It captures the mind and its withdrawal is that which is seldom recoverable to the spirit.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach it gives; igniting the soul that lives.

It makes your nerves stand on end; a sickness only she can tend.

The warmth of jer body so soothing and that feeling of when the heart races when she holds you; no drug like it not even few.

I long for her caress; I crave her call, to give her love and end this withdrawal.


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