Pleasure Can Kill
Tangling around the everlasting
feeling of addiction,
My mind can not think because
it wants you.
The moment I let you
in me,
Is the moment that I lose
that light in my eyes,
that goofy laugh I can’t control,
that love in my heart,
that feeling of self-respect.
And in comes the guilt,
the insecurities,
the hate,
the anguish,
and the undeniable feeling of that pleasure
… that kills.
Copyright © Kee Greene | Year Posted 2014
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