My Addiction

A woman's account of being drawn in to the man to whom she's addicted.

His hand softly slipped around mine as he took the object I was holding away.

Time stopped and my heart pounded in my chest, electricity running down my spine.

A moment so simple, so brief, yet so profound.

My soul yearned--no craved—another--

Another taste of his magic that draws me in.

Another addictive drop of that drug of his touch.



He's all I wanted— he was every thought. Every day. All day.



Then he sang to me. Not with his voice, but through his fingers.

The love songs he played were for me.

I watched him, hungering for him more with every note.

My flesh burned to go to him, to caress his face, and run my fingers through his hair.

Instead, I walked away.

Thoe ice blue eyes followed me, catching my glance, beckoning me back.

He looked at me as if to say, these are for you...



I took my place beside him, longing for him to take me.

My thoughts were only of him—and overdosing on his body.

For his perfect lips to kiss mine would be an unspeakable high — intoxicating bliss.

For him to inject me with his passionate nectar, simply — ecstasy.



His eyes pierced my soul and my entire body sighed silently.

His voice was sweet wine, warming the blood in my veins,

His hands gentle, but strong.

I watched them move with tenderness up and down his instrument.

I could feel my boding melting from the intensity of this moment.

I yearned for him to hold me, to love me,

To take me to a place where it was only the two of us.



Too soon the night was over—the high came crashing down.

I would cry all the way home to an empty house.

He would go home where love was cold and distant.

Before turning off the lights, we stood close.

No words, just silence as we embraced the last of the waning fire.

Having savored those precious last seconds together,

We walked away and said goodnight.



So now I crave the next high— his seductive, fleeting touch—

Accepting I will only need him more and more every time.

For now, I'll dream of his lips and the taste of his kiss.

Until he lures me in again, I will relive this night in my memory.

Oh, God, send the cure for my addiction.

Deliver me from the unbreakable clasp he has on my soul.

As an overdose could be fatal...for us both.



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