got to the point where I craved him more each day
something like an addiction that I didn't want to shake
thinking about him between my thighs brought tears trickling down my cheeks
rubbing deep in his hair, embellishing in full ecstasy
please don't stop what you're doing
all of the sexual escapades that eventually invited my heart to get involved
never felt an emotion quite like this,
never even dismissing the feeling
why was is it that he was always on my mind
kissing slowly down my spine
caressing my frame so gently, gazing deep in my eyes in full admiration
how could I not fall for such a feeling?
no man have ever made love to me in that manner
funny how it cost me my self respect and dislike for the norm
thinking deeper about the situation, I wanted him more than just sex
having had craved his laugh, his smile, his sex appeal
wanting to be around to see more, but it seemed to have been cut short
trying to create something out of nothing,
only hurting myself in the end,
I just had to have more....
I had to have more of him
stroking deeper in my pevis,
wanted to wrap my mind around the idea of conceiving him in me
selfishly and stupidly, falling in love with the sex and bad boy demeanor
getting myself caught in a whirlwind of bullshit,
my rehab had to be present for me to have gotten out of it
sort of like snorting the most expensive drug,
shooting the deadliest poison,
I needed him to be that numbness for the pain
but the results backfired
now sitting here wondering what happened,
picking myself up
rubbing slowly on my vagina, daydreaming about that amazing sex
the uncontrollable urge cost me so much more,
recovery of an addict
trying to turn sex into love
spin-off from "Bedroom Girlfriend" available through the new book "Love, Life, and Sacrifice"
Copyright© 2011
De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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