[story of a girl]

those nights with you
were ecstasy. no - not the
sugar-coated lies and lust
that come with swallowing
of multi-colored pills in a
darkened room with friends.
no - the kind of drug you inhale
when the sky glimmers in a
scarlet sunset. no - the kind of
intoxication your cologne brings, your
hot breath against my neck,
kissing my hair with euphoric scents
far beyond words. no - the kind of high
of you and me and us and
the way the world just stops when you smile.
that, sweet love, is ecstasy.