Flesh against flesh,
the feeling within,
the touch of a body,
skin against skin.
We meet in a chat room,
a club, or a bar.
We talk of a romance,
but it won't go that far.
One night of passion,
at his place, or mine.
Our bodies entangled,
our hearts beat in time.
I revel in his body--
his touch and his taste,
but I know in the end
it will all be for waste.
And then it's all over,
the moment is gone.
The lust of the evening
leaves with the dawn.
So, now it's a new day,
with a new guy to meet.
A new night of passion,
and a new kind of heat.
Not a typical addiction--
no substance or drug,
but rather a body
and a semblance of love.
Flesh against flesh,
the feeling within,
the touch of a body,
skin against skin.
Author notes
I am actually a recovering sex addict, so this is very personal to me. All comments and criticism are welcome, but please be kind...lol
A contest entry
- Addictions by starlite.
600 points, ended September 30, 2008, 43 entries
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