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An Addiction
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Thoughts We're all addicted to something
Whether it be the rip in your jeans
A slit in your thighs
The warm embrace and slight demise
The crisp thin air
The exhilaration captured in a simple stare
Everyone has an escape
Maybe the gap between her thighs
The light in her eyes
Maybe it's the way she smiles
The way she lies
Oh the way she lies
You concave into how she loves to misbehave
So wrong yet so right
Your chest feels so tight
You want to scream and shout
Yet the sound refuses to come out
You feel everything
Yet nothing
All at once
A free fall of wonder
A whole process of plunder
You wonder while you listen to the thunder
Is this an addiction?
Is this an attraction?
Is this the way i want to live my life?
Filled with pain, angst, and strife?
Is this how i want to stay?
Letting her take me over
Letting her grab me by the shoulder
Letting her pull me away
The satisfaction of her acceptance
The passion of her presence
Her smooth touch
Her hard clutch
She grips and never lets go
A succubus at best
She takes you and sucks you dry
Never letting you rest
She takes and takes and takes
Yet doesn't even try
She takes you down
But fails to pull you up
As it is your choice
Your move
Your conviction
That takes you up from the shadows and into the dawn
Taking your first step like a newborn fawn
You are now stronger than before
And oh behold
Her power over you, is no more
