The Forbidden Wanting

I don't...want. I consider the desire of a thing to be a weakness. Anything I have acquired was something or someone who I was Passively interested in. Like an afterthought.Like Dessert after I'm full. "Mmmm I guess I could fit in a slice". I'm a Power player. we don't want for anything.That's how we achieve EVERYTHING.

But you. You with your walk.Gliding across the oceans of my soul so gracefully. You. Old as the air we breath and more knowledgeable than all the wisest men in Babylon. You. With the beauty of every type and kind at your finger tips. You. Who could make an Ice Prince Smile. Grin even. Chuckle. You. I want you. When I say it? The word drips with desire. I want you. I desire to join with your fire. I want you. More than I care to admit. For desire of it a thing is inherent in its denial. But you. may be worth the risk. You. I want you more than my next breath.

I whispered your name against my bed sheets as an extra layer of protection from the cold. Guiding me to sleep.The syllables driving off my tongue into the sweetest regions of madness where reality is covered in honeyed lenses. Sugary and sweet. I breathed your essence in....

Then whispered the name again..... #TheGift

I long for the day when you thirst for me. When your every waking breath is consumed by the thought if me. When your voice quivers as it releases my name. When your body burns for me. Your mind yearning for my stimulation. Your ears filter through all sounds searching for my confident footfalls, the jingle of my keys. I long for the day you feel my momentary absence as an assault on your soul. On this day, I will give you.....

..... TheGift

My addiction

I'm hooked on you

I package and label you brand new....

There's an itch that you scratch at the base of my spine

Please scratch it I can't reach it at the base of my mind

I love it- I love it
I can barely breathe

Sharp intake of breath/life
Bring me to knees

I don't need it-I don't need it -Its never good to be addicted

I can't fight it- not at all it feels so good to be injected

Intoxicated from your touch
Before I ever felt it

I worshipped you from afar oh so much to relish

Dammit now I have another fetish- its your stimulation without it life is hellish

I never been high like this before- where the funk is my detachment?

I'm acting like a crack whore
Now I only have 2 choices

I can quit- I can quit
And cause myself affliction

Or I could open up my soul
And become your addiction......

.....TheGift