It allows you there, It warms the side of your cold face,
As you shrink in the rear-view mirror’s gaze,
Its glaring presence lingers, refusing to clear,
…Stay too long and it burns you,
The orange light wraps around your collar,
Blinding me with its brightness, hiding your  smile,
I don’t want to let go,  yet it always slips away,
But now, it's no longer bright, it leaves to the night,
It's hard to remember, but I know it was there…
Only left with a blink of you…

Together,
I thought it was forever.
There I was having a serious ponder.
On where I'll end up regardless of whatever.

Like a shattered glass house,
My whole heart scattered.
Remembering that heart aching December,
Tears flow down in embers.
You left without warning,
And I was left sulking.

The shiniest star up high,
Is the only picture I have of you.
How? Why?
I never knew.
But still I'm forced to carry on,
With a life I didn't bargain for.

You swayed,
She stayed.
I felt weight swept off my shoulder pad,
Till one thought,
Fueled her reason to be fed up,
With both of us hooked up.

Well, it's fine.
She deserves to taste wine.
I let her,
Or more like; she let her.
With no consideration at all,
Of how I'll feel by it all.

Now, I'm alone,
The word itself is me.
And the only thing that keeps me going,
Is; "If he were here,
How far will I be from this five cruel wording"

It was my first indulgent,
Not quite my requirement.
I did it anyways, even though my heart parted ways.
I got used to it,
I got obsessed and addicted.
I outgrowed and declined every form of forced agreement.
It didn't end there,
For I explored,
More than godess or god.
I didn't have a care in the world,
Of how I'll look,
If they found out about my world.

I'm innocent,
Or maybe I'm not.
I blame this, I blame that, I blame them,
But the fact is I carried on.
They were unable to bring me back,
For I myself had formed a pack.
I finally found my switch,
A hard switch; hard to press,
But it was there.

Now there is no turning back for me,
For the thought of written words,
Is what unlocks my secret door.
The pace was far,
The race was sour.
And today I say,
I guess I have to put up with this aching sensation,
Due to my Obsession and Addiction

The cool evening air hit me,
as I made my way to her door.
Her email had lingered all day,
each ***** word burning in my mind.

She knew exactly what to say,
how to get under my skin,
make me crave her mouth,
her body,
driving me wild.
taking her time,
playing with my body.
through my mind.

Then I arrived,
The door cracked open,
I slipped in,
the room dimly lit,
candles flickered, shadows danced on the walls.
Bluesy tunes played softly, sultry,
the air heavy with vanilla and ****.
She always set the perfect scene.

There she was, lounging on the couch,
a tight dress hugging every curve.
Her messy hair, her teasing smile,
half naked, her eyes telling me
every thing I need to know to please her...
obey as I must, as I concur!

A devilish grin, that naughty tease,
Dark hair falls wild, blue eyes that seize.
Spoiled, untamed, with a playful bite,
Tattoos of black and blue ignite.

White stockings climb to knee-high heels,
Thighs part wide, the tension feels.
A deep breath, eyes filled with fire,
Long strokes feeding raw desire.

Nail marks, crimson, trail her skin,
Moving slow, she begs again.
Silent screams, her voice held tight,
Handcuffs click, surrender’s right.

Her hair pulled back, legs wrapped in heat,
Open wide, she can't retreat.
A firm grip on her trembling hips,
Toes curl with every teasing slip.

A slick, smooth glide, bodies collide,
Deep thrusts make the headboard slide.
She gasps, she moans, craving more,
Screaming, "Please... come inside, I’m yours."

A whisper slips through the ether's sway,
A sultry secret to brighten his day.
A snapshot taken, a tease, a dare,
A playful reminder—no fabric is there.

Wherever I wander, whatever I do,
The thought lingers softly, deliciously true.
No lace to confine, no silk to betray,
Only the thrill of the game we play.

It's easy, it's wicked, a spark in the night,
A message of longing, of pure delight.
Through the lens, my confession, my silent decree:
I am bare beneath, and he's the key.

I teased her gently, through soft lace,
Heard her growing, breath in chase.
My fingers glided, slow, deliberate,
Finding her warmth, our need, intimate.

She bit her lip, her body tight,
Responding to each bite,
the slower I went, her **** I found.
Circling slow, then spiraling ‘round.

Her pleasure surged, her body shook,
And when she came, I'll never forget the look
But I held firm, fingers deep,
Her body trembled, no words to speak.

"You're everything," she whispered low,
Eyes closed, a softened glow.
Her hands now full of me, a delicate stroke,
Building heat, the air felt full, my body felt woke.

She stroked me slow, then urged for more,
Until I gasped, a wild roar.
We shuddered close, bodies entwined,
Lost in the rhythm, souls aligned.

The world around us blurred away,
In this moment, we chose to stay.

I have endured through the shadows of despair,
chronicling the haunting spectre of suicide,
Each word a desperate attempt to vanquish
her insidious thoughts, that creep back into
my mind.

As long as I draw breath - I live to write,
and write more so, to stay alive.