The opposite of frigid…

In search of…just like Spock

I drove the screw

And I ate the beef

 

Lost in space, lost in-between

Where the frigid-air

And I were seducible

 

Oh those dreams on cubes of ice!

Silvery blades carving

The sculptures only I could see

 

Addiction was a top-secret-diary I would unlock

Have a drink on me!…Yes! You, and you and you too!

The euphoria I wanted forever, was only too brief

 

But in those moments, I was The Queen!

And all sorts of magic happened in my lair…

Until the curtain got pulled back, a crucible

 

Alcohol was the opposite of paradise

It left my body and soul starving

And it nearly killed me

 

Now I am 5 years sober,

The opposite of Frigid,

And madly in love with a Beast!

via Daily Prompt: Frigid

3 thoughts on “The opposite of frigid…

  1. So far from frigid.
    Further than you could ever be.
    And I’m so glad you look.
    Soberly with clarity.
    For that was my dream.
    Now my dream come true.
    To be loved so warmly,
    By a beauty, by you.

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