A poem.

She comes around. And 

I'm addicted to her.

Love.

Never could quite cut her out of my life. 

I hold on real tight.

My grip is fierce from all the work.

Plus,

She hasn't let go yet.

She feels so good in my hands. And

She lets me move her around. And 

Swish her all in-between my fingers. 

I love squeezing her. 

All the juice,
It's my favorite part. 

She smells amazing.

I can write with her. And 

We write so well together. 

Just feeling and knowing.

No thinking. And 

She keeps choosing me. 

Tonight I have a date with her again.
We plan on relaxing and listening to some music. 

It will be fun. 

We are in a wonderful place, 
Love and I.