My Addiction

I can’t cover the tracks,

Marks on my skin.

Your touch, the pin.

Needling my flesh,

I must surrender to revelation.

I can’t hide my elation,

It’s visibly seen on me.

As I push the plunger down,

The rush damn near blows my crown.

Coursing passion in my veins,

Shaking takes me then leaves me drained.

It’s visible, it’s in my eyes,

Pupils dilated, open wide.

The rush I can’t ever get enough,

That ultimate rush as we make love.

 

This poem is written by Beauty and her Beast, the way we both feel.