Addicted

[aerojunki]

You . . .
In the forefront of my mind
Clear when all else is shapeless, drifting in and out,
But you stay . . . curiously so
The excruciating wait to feel this bliss so surreal,
Coming together in visceral pleasure incomprehensible.
Looking at you in the dark, I see you in a new light,
Turning the knobs to open doors once locked tight.
The shadows are our audience,
Hiding our secret from the glare of moral eyes.
Freedom from autonomy, our own little rebellion,
Hiding signs that no one else can read,
But we've donned our rose colored glasses,
Deciphered by a kiss.
An imperceptible caress and my attention is yours.
You order me to remember as if I could forget
The heat expending our passion,
The moans that you drive out of me,
The calm in your eyes despite your hard rhythm.
Our dynamic thrust and parry,
Fanning into flame the sparks from our verbal sparring.
You're pulling my pigtails, Little Boy,
But teasing is a two-way street,
And you've met someone that gives as good as she gets.
Just one more fix to get me through,
Addicted, you are my drug.