by Mara Colette
An addiction to emotions of the worst kind.
|Like running waters down a mountain
He gives me peace.
Pushing me to limits I thought
Beyond my reach,
He is like no other.
He gives me a feeling I cannot explain.
As he takes me higher and higher,
Till I am at the peak of a cosmic climax
He takes it all away.
My senses are shattered, I doubt myself
And suddenly I begin to crash.
Faster ans faster, like a meteor rushes to Earth,
I have no control.
My body reels in withdrawal, he stands over me,
Revelling in my pain.
But then he cleaves to me, begging my affection as I
Am weak to his pleas and I surrender, unable to break
This sweet addiction.
This repetitive romance that is surely cataclysmic.
My body is ruined, but too sweet is this temptation,
Too great is my weakness,
I dare never say no