I have been done so

I have been done so many times,
Today and yesterday and last week and next week,
But as surely as the sun rises on the east when you fix your eyes on mine,
I am right back in your orbit,
Gravitating towards you, 
Kisses like codeine,
Laced so heavily with the most 
Heavenly form of a drug that had ever been invented,
Addicted, 
Arms that hold me 
In which time passes like a tidal wave across a love ocean
That never got to even feel the pull of the moon,
There is something so magic,
about the way you kiss me in the rain, 
and oh no, 
words could not describe the spell you put me under
as your lips trace unintelligible words on my lips, 
to be burned into my memory was there mission,
And in accomplishing this you stole me away,
You told me to look into your eyes
And with every bit of strength I could muster I fought,
I fought the magnet pulling me to sink into those dark windows,
Because once I did I was fucked
And yet here I am,
The best poems about love are written in a dark room at 1:41am,