The Drug Called Love

The drug call love, it’s addictive because we get high from it.
We become addictive to the feeling of being in love.
Our hormones, makes us feel that erotic high for that special
person we love.
Where we are wanting more and more, of them,
To the point we just can’t get enough.
They are the substance, that our body craves.
Their sexiness have us doing some things.
Their absence sometime makes us misbehave,
We just love to be in their presence, enjoying each other day to day.
Do some role play, act as their love slave, freak in the bed, and feeling that shock wave.

Love addicts fear rejection, pain, and the unfamiliar
We continue to engage, to accept the feeling of being in love.
Hoping nothing change, and the intimacy remains the same.
Love could be a losing game, it can win or steal your heart, bring you close, or
have you fall apart.

The drug called Love; addicted, love can feel so pure and so rich.
A feeling better than fame, that makes you ache and itch.
Like an addict, waiting for your next fix, because you can’t get enough of it.

To love and, to be loved is the greatest feeling ever.
Because you’re willing to do whatever, to fight for your love.
For that special someone you admire, who’s the light to your fire.
Your sunrise; your sunset, the one you truly desired.

The drug call love, it can be intoxicating.
Consuming someone’s love in our system.
Can be breath taking; especially during love making.
It becomes fascinating, eyes gazing, body aching, role playing, and sexual making.
Physically and emotionally connected; fascinating.
Being drunk in love, is very hard to describe.
The inability to focus on anything else, but the apple of your eye.
The feeling of their vibe, the butterflies they give us in our stomach,
when their around.
So high, on love, don’t want to come down.
Dazed, and floating on cloud nine; somehow.

The drug call love, it’s expensive.
We spend too much time trying to please it.
Love don’t cost, but it’s rich, valuable, priceless, and exquisite.
Love is extremely beautiful, and delicate.
It could be good, or it could bad.
While being in love, you could either wind up happy or wind up sad.
Love can start a whole new chapter, where two people live happily ever after.
Sometimes love isn't enough to sustain a successful & healthy relationship,
It could probably be a disaster, but we continue to stay with our partner.
One is forgiving and the other maybe vindictive, but
you’re so addicted, you’ll spend so much time trying to make it better.

The drug called love it’s sensitive, it can have our emotions all over the place.
Having us pull up on our significant other.
Cheesing and grilling all in their face, knowing they don’t feel like being bothered.
But when you in love with your mate, you just love to accompany them.
Be in his presence.

The drug called love, it’s unpredictable.
We never know who we may fall in love with, and when we fall, we fall deep.
It’s hard to get up when they swept us off our feet.
Caught and wrapped up in their love, asking for more even though we have enough.

The drug called love, it’s unstable.
Have us a little shaky also a little crazy.
Smiling and talking to ourselves, thinking about our men; our ladies.
How they make us feel, how our eyes glow, how our heart beats with that adrenaline flow, how they just look so fine & sweet, and how they
make our toes curl and sweep us off our feet.
The Drug Call Love