In solidarity and the spirit of Group Therapy:
Reeling from places beyond a pervasive dream’s reach
Hypnotic delusions with heady whispers lead me down precarious chasms
Helpless to a masterful temptress propagating complex discontent
Beckoning this hollow mortal to wildly all-consuming heavens

This honeyed torment straddles my frenzied spiraling spirit
Sultry sensations ride me down
But a delicately molded myth caresses the hidden fever
Because bound, the deep trembling heat is a private cursed burden

Desperately unfulfilled without the thrill of your lingering eyes
Conjured application of your oral fixation leaves me breathless
Even those natural touches lure me to partake in a meteoric Fall
Willingly submitting to any genuine appetite you may show

I can’t pretend we share mutual thirst
No pillow can cloud my awoken throes
I can’t let go of your intimate ease all the same
Intoxicating this sinner with your gentle allure

I don’t love you, but I am begging
To be tamed
I don’t need hope, I just need a cure
For this desire

{written July 2020}