My Hot Drug, You
You ...
Burn fast in me
Searing like molten metal in my veins
Coursing my flesh with fiery magma, streaming
Each breath taken is more oxygen to feed the flames you ignite
Bones and marrow scorched with electric ferocity, afire
Core, being, skin, extremities, life itself - hot to the touch
For your steamy, torrid, id's sake alone, I light
Smouldering lava love speeds, leaving carnal chaos in its wake
Leveling all in its path with prurience, omnipotent
You are my hot drug, my spicy opiate
Imbued in an instance's consideration of your eyes
Or those plump, juicy fruits you call lips
Your streaked, heather tresses or satin dermis
Your curves and their sublime movements, defying gravity
Those hundred little places that quiver at the touch
I am addicted, and I drive you into my veins with reckless regard
Fast, searing, soul-pounding rushes of passion
That, in my best of minds and composure
I can never get enough of
And will surely die ...
In its grip.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Your Amphetamine" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausin, Judge & Sponsor.
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