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.
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If I never felt as if I'd been used before after reading a poem (and I don't believe I ever have), well...I do now, heh-heh.
Ever read something that made you feel dirty—as if you needed to take a shower, Rozela Ndrecaas? And no, I'm not talking about a cold shower to stave off sexual tension. I'm talking about a nice, hot, looooooooong shower to wash away the dirt.
Please don't take this the wrong way. I mean that as a compliment.
Nicely penned,
~Dean Kuch
?? this poem was inspired after a relationship with a psychopath, in that relationship I got aware of how some people use sex as means to control, and I personally got addicted to it , until I broke free and than I realised that sometimes we use sex as distraction to not see our own inner pain, aswell to fill an emotional void within us,( not always the case though )
I'm glad to hear you got yourself out of a bad situation.
Best of luck to you always,
~Dean ツ