MADNESS
I smile, closing my eyes and the next, I feel his warm lips being pressed against my eyelids as he kisses gently.
"And I can never get enough of you," he whispers as his breath hits my lips.
"Never?" I chuckle, earning his, "Hm."
"There must be addiction, intoxication and madness in love." He adds—whispering, holding my waist possessively.
"To what extent has this madness compelled you?" I can't help whisper on his lips and frown a bit.
"The madness of this love seduced me to such an extent that I found you in my every prayer."