Addicted

You are my addiction,
my sweet drug
that keeps me
whole
and
raptured.
Imagining your fingers
sliding up my spine,
intoxicating my skin,
tying my soul
to your touch.
My symptoms
don’t fade
or
fleet,
whisk away
on the wind.
My wrists are bound,
shackled to memories
of your hard body
and your soft skin,
to the stains of ink
peppering your flesh.
Inject me
with your potions,
and I will call you Master,
for you are my addiction
that no intervention
can mend.

Advertisements

One thought on “Addicted

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s