Black paint & red shoes

At first, just the touch of a hand would suffice. I would get a quick rush with a lasting tingle. Hand holding became less casual…I moved on to kissing. Light, closed-mouth kisses. Fireworks exploding. Somehow this high seemed to burn brighter but faster than the last. Urgent kissing…I want more. Hard kissing leading to awkward fumbling leading to more…

A drug addict searching for the next high but never able to recreate the initial rush from the first hit. Why wasn’t I content to just hold hands?