Your touch makes me weak. Don’t stop touching me, I never want to be strong again.
Your smell, it intoxicates me. I want to be drunk off of you and create the strongest of memories tethered to you.
Your eyes, the way you look at me, the fire and desire. You disrobe me with your eyes and I become whole.
Your voice, it carries me home. Command me and I am yours forever.
Your taste is my drug. I’m addicted and there is no possibility of rehabilitation.
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t6b74f/addicted