I can't believe I allow you to treat me this way. I get to your door, we have a meaningless conversation, then my panties hit the floor.
You give me pleasure that's temporary &when it's over I'm left staring at the ceiling trying to figure out why I can't end this cycle.
My mind tells me "I deserve better", but my body screams that it won't get any better than you.
We're not an "us", we're just two strangers who are filled with lust.
You don't want no commitment, but I do have feelings.
Give me my temporary drug.