My Medicine

My Medcine.

Am I greedy for wanting more of you?
For wanting your lips on mine every living second?
To have the pressure of your hand as it moulds to mine;
A constant reassurance that your beside me.
My brave protector, in every way perfect;
Like you were built specifically for me.
Cell by cell, hair by hair, gently connected,
To create the most wonderful being, my soul-mate.
The one person I can rely on for every need.
Who does not reflect my anger, my sadness, my pain,
But absorbs them and radiates love back to me.
The very best medicine, the only cure.
It seeps through my skin and flows through my blood,
Warming the very tips of my fingers and toes,
Causing heat to rise to my cheeks,
My head swims dizzily, the effects of your drug.
But it's the best drug, It only comes from you.
So when were apart and I can breathe freely,
I find that I don't want to.