The world seems to revolve around new lovers. I forget decorum when you're next to me, when your lips are too temptingly close to resist. We're those two people that outsiders watch with interest and envy, suddenly realizing what has gone cold within them, what had been forgotten until now.
I am drugged on your presence, just let me beside you and I become a new person. Even as I walk away I'm still giddy, still floating on your memory.
I am already an addict. But will this high have a cruel, cold, sudden comedown? Someday will I be with you and not melt, will I feel numb to your magic?
Observe other couples in the restaurant. There are those who keep a nervous distance rom each other on a first date, carefully choosing their words and actions. There are those with a warm, friendly familiarity, like best friends. And then there are the two who have grown quiet and indifferent to each other.
But there is us, the ones who can't keep their hands off of each other, who can't even sit across from each other because the space of a table is much too far.
Someday if I forget that power you had over me, I will read these words again and remember the hungry eyes I once watched you through. I will remember and you will drug me again, you will flow through my veins and I will once again be at your mercy.
Only a kiss has my entire body curling towards yours, craving for things I shouldn't be thinking of in a restaurant or at a party, surrounded by others but immune to their looks.