You know some things bad for you But what do you do?
You want it to hurt,
You’re willing to walk miles, and break every rule to get it.
Nothing matters in time,
Everything matters when you arrive at the spot.
Almost like a drug, you want it, it’s calling you’re name..
Something you fear most, is it.
It’s so absured.
You chase it.
It chases you
Dedicating every ounce of lust, energy, emotion, and feeling to it.
You know In time it will end. It has to.
But you draw every bit of nectar from the wound that will sting forever.
Does it mater if it resists you?
NO
You search for it, like Many of them search for the meaning of life.
Like a radical killer knit picks it’s victims,
You search like a hunter for the meat of the night.
Try as you may you know you like it.
Anticipation, exhilaration, wetness.
Hot breath, touch, feel, rub, caress, lick, bite, scratch, scream, moan.
It’s healthy, it’s normal, it feels good, you want it.
What are you chasing?
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