High

I’m breathing you in
and
exhaling out
taking puffs of you
and making clouds.

I’m drunk on you
intoxicated by your love
with wine-stained lips
I’m calling out your name

Can’t get more of you
seeping you into my soul
churning my love out.
I’m high on you

Am feeling dizzy
dreaming of us together
swirling around
wrapped
in squeals of joy
and drenched in
your wet kisses

Stained with the ashes
of our burning together
in the throes of passion
sharing the drag
of intimacy;
addicted to you
turning the illusion of love
into reality

With those dreamy eyes
in a blissed-out body
Who needs a puff, anyways
When I’m high on you, baby.

Photo by Bart Scholliers on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt  Candid