3rd May 2017
His eyes stared direcrly into mine;
Green one minute, the next, Blue.
Acring in forceful deliberation, a pantomime;
At risk of temptation, my lust grew.
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I wanted it, i needed it, i demanded it;
The sybaritic joy of nearly having him.
I craved it: the ecstatic and hedonistic bit;
Even more so as i couldn't have him.
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Days could pass by without notice.
I, trapped, sealed, enshrouded by desire;
I, filled with despise for it, engulfed like fire;
I begged for him, a taste of the heart oasis.
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I was embosomed with his toxic-
With little realisation registered in mind-
He. It. Was my narcotic.
Like dinner with death, i dined.
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An addiction. Proudly was i lured into his lair.
Uttering such sweet words, he called me fair.
I had, i thought, i hoped, nothing to fear.
Ready, although importuned to lose all i hold dear.
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Shan't regret enswathe me?
Afterall, a dead end destination for my plea.
He looked at me with such providence.
Empowering over my lack of common sense.
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Like no real tales have good end;
Like i did before and will again.
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I can't help but to want it, to need it, to demand it.
To beg a taste of the heart oasis.
To crave it: the ecstatic and hedonistic bite;
Even more so as i can't have him.
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