Fluidly and flippantly your form calls out
Forever enticing me near;
Everything else is of no import -
Your spirit is all I can hear.
Up there, you sit, drawing me forth
With your svelte and curvy form;
It's this kind of longing - this kind of need
From which our demons are born.
Your dark body shifts within your confines
Screaming to be set free;
Doing desperate deeds, that body of yours -
Effortlessly seducing me.
What gains do you gather? I often muse,
As I obsess with taking you in;
This is a game I can only lose,
Whilst you neither lose nor win.
I know once we start, we will not stop -
Naturally do our bodies meet;
You have, Dark Mistress, right from the start,
Swept me clean off my feet.
But longing is such a tempting foe
To meet with and try to make friends...
So I reach for you, sweet lover of mine,
And give up on making amends.
I enter, pathetically, completely apart
From my senses and that's when it is that it starts:
This longing, this passion as our bodies meet;
Such fire flows through me - such marvellous heat.
My mind, ever quickly, begins now to dull,
And I cannot stop nor possibly cull
The feelings aroused as I take you all in;
What deceit threatens - what lies and what sins
Course and take over this body of mine?
How is it I stop myself crossing the line
From lust to unhealthy obsession and need?
Oh God! - I have crossed it - a poisonous seed
Is planted in me that cannot be killed;
And still, Dark Mistress, I've not had my fill.
Now, at the last, you have filled me and vanished -
My mind is amiss and my sanity banished.
You broke me inside - you bashed at my door -
As I look at your "clothes" empty on the floor.
I lie here unable to move or get up -
Unable to digest your venomous sup
You served unto to me with a body so full -
Oh! - what a wretched and terrible fool
That I have been to have taken so much;
To take you so fully, your darkness and such.
Listen! I hear music playing for me -
A piano that plays my last symphony!
Stop! Just a moment - I feel I am sick -
I fear I am lost, drowned and pathetic
For allowing my eyes to be blinded by you;
Misted they are and a terrible view
They offer me now - listen - I rave!
But darling - Dark Mistress - for you, I still crave.
What am I saying? my thoughts are unclear -
I have used you all up - you're no longer here.
I speak to myself - the devil in charge;
Oh Love, oh life! What terrible mirage
Is this that I see in front of me now?
I will not give in - I will not allow...
Breathe in and breathe out -
Let not her body and let not the doubts
Cloud my thinking and drown my mind;
Think closely, think hard, and then you will find:
On her liquid, you drank - on her taste you dined...
Ive read this before i believe. and it still has me wanting more! I just cant stop reading it! Well done
1 year ago
I had actually read this days ago and I LOVED it, but, I knew I was going to love it from the title (lol) Mwaha
Anyway, I interpreted this in a couple of ways but I got a little insecure- my apologies. I liked the spin you ended this with! Very dark and enticing as ADDICTIONS are. Whether it truly is being so caught up in carnal lust - or the bottom of a wine bottle- whatever it is, I think you really captured that sense of compulsion and desperation; The high that comes with fulfillment followed by the lows once you're forced to be without your poison, once again.