Obsession

I am obsessed
With the smell
Not the scent
Of his skin

The touch of distant desire
Turns me on
More than attention

I am obsesed
With the sheer discomfort
Of being around
Unattainable closure

Oh, my restless mind
What did you do
How wicked of you to stoop 
So so low..


I am obsessed
With the thoughts of violating you
Slowly. Steadily

Like poison ivy

Sometimes there is no glory of pleasure 

Just a fade shade of compromise

You are to weak to understand, my desires

Or too naive to give in


I was obsessed with the wrong kind
In the end
The fault was all mine