My Drug

Your kiss is poison, your body's a drug
I get high on just our love
Dangerous and forbidden thought it is
I can't help from wanting it
Our bodies coliding, the warmth of your touch
The ecstasy we create, it's all so much
But what will happen when we've both had are fix
Will it really be you I miss
Thus lies the question, is it lust or love
Or is my infatuation an effect of the drug



When I started writing this it was not supposed to have a sexual overtone to it, but after the second line I decided to try something different then my usual sad poetry. This still isn't exactly happy, but it's different from my other stuff.