Addiction

Addicted
opiate smoke of lust
drifts in heavy,
seductive clouds
to dull the heart
I want
I need
I desire
the illusions of this man
the craving deep within
for his burning touch
to ravage my soul
to blind me
I can see only
what I want
I want what I cannot possess
I inhale my drug of choice--
lust
and I strive for the unattainable--
him

Oh, and how I want
his touch again
the rasp of stubble
the water pouring down
over us in steamy scented
sheets of silkiness
the memory
soaping him up
running my tongue down
his slick wetness
closing my eyes tight
as I remember him
pushing me against
the shower wall
My god! ragged breathing
and nails raking
his back as each thrust
presses me harder and I,
I cry out, then collapse
into his arms
the kiss unbroken in all this

His gentle touch as he
brushed damp hair
from my eyes and nibbled
kisses down my neck
cupping my breasts--
like precious gifts
yes, this magician of the night,
spun a magical illusion
weaved a shimmering spell
around me. A magic
that did not sustain
in the watery light of dawn.

He took his magic and left
me with my addiction
my longing
my desire
my need
my craving
for his body to fit with mine
once more, thrice more
ever more.

Kim White@2009