Bitter Addiction

Spastic wings beat against closed fingers That surround her, padded bars of flesh He doesn’t know what he has caught She his prisoner once their eyes met Trapped inside those dark and piercing eyes Mesmerized always by the light of this flame How can a hunger seize her so tight? That her insides won’t forget his name? A taste…just one, lit her up inside... Something that looked so ordinary was not… If she could have known what it would do to her To follow his voice, she might have tried to stop/ To know she would be forced to leave it back there But that it would still be with her always Might have been warning enough to talk her self out Of strolling down his delicate hall ways… Because then her fingers wouldn’t still tingle where She gently dragged them across his skin… Her body wouldn’t heat up with the memory Of the pleasure she had once let in… She never would have known their was really someone That could know her before they knew her name… But she had to look into his eyes that first day That yearning for passion untamed… She did not know how a stranger could peer into her soul How she knew in an instant who he was and craved it. It had never happened to her before and never will again An addiction, coming down, always craving the next hit.