Self-Served Junkie

You’re the filler to my addiction
My pseudo fiction
My sexual contradiction

I am impotent to your embellished words
Words of you enticing me
You inside me
Inside my furtive skull
My fingers reaching your mud flushed skin
My futile need to replace this dull

I am enervated by your wet tongue teasing
Your malicious but satisfying pleasing
My libido screams your name
You put these boastful nuances to shame
On the tip of my tongue is where you remain
If I hold off any longer my insanity will seem sane

Unsure of the motives behind this lust
Confinement of my mind is a must
My castigated lips
I can’t stand not feeling your tips

Piercing my damaged skin
Your feral contradiction enables you to win
I’m still aching for this resistance
Still longing for misdemeanors of contingence

Twitches restate that I’m an addict
Time for hit number 6
Tell me
Can you hit me up with a quick fix?

Reviews

[Serendipity Planet]

I like your poem, I love your style

Remind me my poem "Addicted" , different perspective tho but still