Intoxicated

I promised myself a lot of things.

I told myself to never...
...think about the radiance of your smile.
...wallow in the feel of your embrace.
...relish the taste of your skin.
...get used to the warmth of your love.

But your scent, somehow...makes me forget.
No...
Makes me remember.

And now...I can't ever get it off of my mind:
...how you make me feel.
...how I love the way you stare.
...how I can't get enough of your flavor.
...how...much...

I...
love...
you...