My mind is plagued in moments of temptation.
Pictures of you pop-up in my thoughts and startle sensations.
You hijack my attention, humbly welcomed–my favorite invasion.
I consent to you taking over my land, you have been permanently stationed.
Climb onto my roller coaster, this is your seat to ride on.
Calling your name while you’re gone, from a distance you still have the ability to turn my mind on.
Push to start, my engine engaged, V-8, 0-100 on your command.
Submitting to each other, we provide neglected needs, supply and demand.
I always see where you’re coming from, I have my eye in your pants.
I give you access to my triggers of dopamine, my pleasures now lie in your hands.
Whispering each others name, we meet at secret coordinates by performing the rituals to summon each others attention.
We don’t have to speak, our bodies communicate from miles away interrupting our thinking and forcing our consensual wills to listen.
I love it when you sacrifice your voice just so I can I moan.
Soul-ties raveled to the point that I can feel you breathing even when I’m alone.
I knock on your back door, you say it’s already open.
You tattooed memories to my soul, so we’ve created an exclusive reality where we are the only occupants that are closed in.
I cause you life impairments just by activating the part of my brain you live in.
We can’t escape each other, time won’t erase this feeling.
I mount your thoughts and inject you with permanent memories of me.
Until you scream to the universe, begging our energies to cease.
But the collisions we made when we were in between the sheets.
Rippled through wavelengths and are now entering in sleep.
It’s like I release all the joy you give me through my center of gravity.
You absorb it, and digest it in your vaginal cavity.
You begin to think and reminisce on all the fun times you had with me.
And when you’ve exhausted all the moments we shared, you send it all back at me.
I see an image of you in my time line and get triggered when I pass it.
They say it’s an addiction when you have difficulty getting past it.
the toxicity of our connection keeps our future in balance.
You will always be my baby,
I love giving in to my favorite habit.