Be as weary of Perfection as She is of You.
She'll become a craving, a need, a drug.
It starts off slow, until you get a taste.
Dark, inevitable, curious and sloppy; You get your first taste of Her. Casual and carefree, sloppy and fluid.
It picks up momentum when you go back.
Hopeful, deliberated, secondguessed and spontaneous; You get your second taste of Her. Slow and careful, foreign and desired.
It gathers speed when you stumble back.
Wanted, craved, longed for and dreamed about; You get your third taste of Her. Rushed and impulsive, lust-filled and needy.
It goes downhill when you are already waiting.
Anticipated, eager, excited and anxious; You get your fourth taste of Her. Explosive and passionate, raw and craved.
Gaining momentum and escalating further when you do not leave.
Built-up, painful, needed and difficult.
You get your fifth taste of Her. Rough and sharp, painful and needed.
Now you have the taste and it's no longer controlled.
Dangerous, destructive, unsustainable and fascinating. You want more of Her. Curious and captivating, different and the exception.
Inevitable in its destruction and absence when you fall.
Poisonous, addictive, toxic and intoxicating. You need Her. Craved and harmful, exciting and deadly.
Be as weary of Perfection as She is of you.
You'll get hooked on the feeling. A.R.C