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Obcession - Blog Posts
Whether it be subconscious or an urge I know the orgin, I reach for you.
I desire and require you.
Mood:
Sweet kisses that turns into savage sex....
Ache....
Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.
I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.
Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.
Now..... It's something different.
It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.
You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.
I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.
I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.
I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.
I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.
I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.
My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....
Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....
My ache begins to build again.