Vanilla Story; Drowning.

You're like a drug

I should leave you alone,

but I want more.

I'm drowning

to your hands,

and the way they hold mine

to you fingers,

and the way it fits mine

to your lips,

and the way they took my breath away

to your hug,

and the way they keep me warm

to your smell,

and the way it fills me

to your touch,

and the way they stole my sanity

I'm drowning

I crave you so deep

the ocean would be jealous

I keep coming back

to a quiet night.

when your mouth against mine

my breathing slowed

my heart raced

I was trembled; watching your eyes and the way you looked at me.

I was entranced; seeing your smile and the way you smiled at me.

You're my addiction

that I don't know how to stop

and I wish I don't even need to stop

but this dream,

is too good to be true.

xx,

fancy vanilla.