A New Kind of Intoxication | Madi Altman

Kissing you is intoxicating.

I could get drunk off of your lips.

You taste like an Old Fashioned:

sweet like brown sugar,

sharp like bitters,

smooth like bourbon.

You’re numbing in the best way,

calming my nerves and thoughts

while also lighting up

every inch of my body.

The second your lips are on mine,

everything around me disappears.

One may even refer to it as tunnelvision.

I get dizzy,

cheeks going numb,

fingers tingling as they course through your hair.

I could kiss you for hours

because your lips

are better than any alcohol

my lips have ever touched.