The Ultimate Drug Love

Intoxicated with the essence of love.
It makes me think things never thought of.
Filling my lungs and leaving a mark,
beginning the process, but no where to start.
No more room in your mind for others,
you think of yourself, just another.
The joint of lust and temptation.
Filling my mouth with condensation.
Touch of skin, cotton of your shirt.
My arm around your shoulder. I feel like dirt.
Once this over, will you care?
Or will you go with another, and treat him unfair.
Smoke another, throw away the ashes.
Unstoppable love, avoid the crashes.
The ultimate drug. Love. Why can't it last?