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The night sits closely by as I waste my life away.

The stars and moon laugh at me through out the night.

Slowly my thoughts trace themselves back to you.

My body, the chill sweeps it cold.

My soul yurns for you.

Your touch.

I want to drink deeper into you.

To gulp the bitterness of your heart.

The taste of your lips burns my mind.

Your tongue gently laps my tears away with expertise.

No buisness hiding the affection you long.

My face is warm under your cold hands.

You hold me close, swallowing me...deeper.

An ocean of emotions sweeps me under.

I'm drowning in you. your love.

Breathing becomes a chore when you enter my sight.

Desperatly I cling to my sanity, what ever is left of it.

Denying it is useless.

I bite my tongue as you run your fingers down my neck.

You're posion, a drug, feeding my habit.

My body conforms to you, burning deeper into my desires.

Like a child clings to his mother for protection, I cling to you.

I feel your inner fire against my chest.

Your skin is cold, but your eyes are hot.

Blazing desire and want, the need is in your eyes.

Submit to you, is that my only choice?

Caressing me, you lead me away from my world of safety.

You're dangerous to my structure.

Dangerous to my life.

Just dangerous.

I feed off of your aroma.

The sweet smell of insanity draws me closer.

My heart beats as your hands work closely along my back.

Face to face, your lips have taken control over me.

My sense of right wrong fades.

Distant ships into a fog, hazy and so unclear.

Control is a thing of the past, a thing for children.

You always know the way to please me, to hold me, to tease me.

I long for a moment to deny you.

To send you from my site, to save myself from this torment.

Sweet lord be merciful on this soul.

I can not take this much.

Pain and longing do not mix.

You push me. Far.

In a moment I will lose my will to fight you.

A moment.

As your fingers trace a line across my jaw, my lips slowly part to allow all chaos to loosen.

Oh hell, I've returned.