Lust

Touch so deep , kiss so slow 
Passion heats the blood , you turn around for more 
What you don't know, that the  passion you feel within your body would be your drug , would crawl under your skin like a deadly bug
Until pleasure becomes chains of pain with each and every hug
Desperately trying to unplug, your mind from the addiction caused by  impeccable fiction , of sex rewards and restrictions
Applied carefully to mold the convictions that you are not a lover , but a pitiful infliction 
Calculated doses to fulfill the expectations of malignant predictions
It tastes too good , so sweet , for the time you are unaware , how fast it travels in your veins, leaving behind toxic remains 
Slowly , aggressively, reaching your brain
High , intoxicated, you start thinking you are fated , to be mated , you create future visions, the hopes and dreams written in a neurotic paper, slated 
Only to discover in the end , that none of that was real , but by lust and traumas were dictated.