#loveaddiction
If half the sleepless love I spend
on watching where your shadow bends —
if half the hours I wait for you
were given to a prayer, quiet and true —
If half the tears I've cried your name
could fall like rain on sacred flame,
if half this madness, half this ache
knelt silently for mercy's sake —
Then maybe the heavens would break apart,
maybe silence would find a heart,
maybe this longing, so human and deep,
would finally learn what holy means.
But I keep lighting hopes for you
at a gate that stays cold through and through —
I chase a god who wears your face,
and beg for a little of your grace.
So no, I won't find Him tonight —
not with this fever, this hunger for light.
I chose a love I can't hold right,
and made a religion of your goodbye.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 8:31 PM UTC
Chocolate is delicious.
Dark chocolate is arguably the best.
Or should I say, your dark chocolate is the best.
The absolute best.
Shaped like a candy bar with nuts deep inside here and there.
Girth as thick as your forearm and length as long as a Boa Constrictor.
After the first touch,
I needed your dark chocolate.
I tasted it, I licked it, I played with it until my hand grew tired.
My lips became attached at first taste.
Having to pull them away felt like committing a crime.
Such a forbidden act led to more naughty actions.
If tasting you was so wrong, I didn’t deserve to be right.
I wish I could’ve enjoyed my first taste longer.
I remember my mouth being stuffed and filled up with your dark chocolate goodness.
When our bodies became one,
it felt like our dark chocolate floated on a nimbus cloud.
You melted onto me, and I couldn’t fight my need.
Our dark chocolate belonged melted on one another.
My mind stayed focused on you.
You looked at me like my chocolate, every drop of it; was your curvy possession.
Your dark chocolate was warm on top of mine.
It warmed me up and made me whole.
Each stroke was made with lust.
I couldn’t get enough.
And neither could you.
You splashed your chocolate milk to the deepest depths and left nothing unsplash.
I took it like the big girl that I am.
We melt together frequently.
It’s a crime for us to not to.
We’re the perfect pair.
Our bodies deserve to be melted together.
Sending waves of passion and love and lust to each other.
When our chocolate melts, the world stops.
Mother Nature grants us unlimited time to melt
onto each other.
Call me a Nymphomaniac because I am addickted to your dark chocolate.
Real bad.
-Mia J
5/11/2023
© 2023 Mia J
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC
whoa whoa whoa
hold up
love addiction in progress
exit to the left
wave goodbye
to rational thought
buckle in buttercup
this ride has highs that feel like
20 hot rails
like getting away from the police when they gave chase and you're riding
hot as ****
it takes you to bliss but watch out for the tail
that fall from ten stories high that withdrawal
I internally panic and do nothing to avoid
the craving
the need
the unrelenting urge to reengage and get another hit
to avoid that 4am empty as a shell feeling
like
the whole world
caved in on itself
and
your ego is dying by eating itself alive
I play this game and tell myself
not
this
time
but it is exactly
when those two words form
in my thoughts
that my head feels
like the mind of ten psychotics spouting word salad
at full volune
all at once
cognitive dissonance is a *****
oh hell yes the pleasure is exquisite but the pain is
the pain
the death knell
that sweet little reaper
that comes to gather the pieces of your heart spilled on the inside of your Honda civic because you're practical afterall
Nothing to see here
Keep it moving
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 6:11 AM UTC
I am easily make believe,
Dress me up in what you want me to be,
Then rip the heart right off my sleeve.
Still I beg you not to leave.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
Let me be the substance of your addiction....
Swallow me whole or drink me up
Or in hale me and let me fill you up.
Let me be the substance of your addiction
Snort me up...
.inject me ....
.poor me till you get your fill
roll me up...
light me up ....
or pop me like a pill .....
I want to be that feeling the one you love so much,
but let it be my laugh....my kiss.... my love and the way we touch.
I want to be your addiction the way that you are mine .
I want to consume everything your body mind and time.
I want you to get drunk off my lips
And make you forget what to say .
I want to be your drug,
I want to be your special K
I want to fog your brain with passion as you drawl me in and get high and not take much.
I want to make you feel invincible on top of the world with just one touch.
I want to be your addiction I want to run through your veins .
I want to be your addiction I want to cure your pain .
I want to be your addiction your euphoria of love.
I want to be your addiction I want to be your drug.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC