He pushed me, my beliefs, my inhibitions, my body, my mind, my proverbial line..
I wanted him more than the air I breathe, in my bed, inside me, he was in my mind..
He took a piece of me, devoured me, like an angry beast, I willing fed his his hunger.
The scratches down his back a reminder of the delicious pain he gave to me, like no other.
I hated him, I loved him, I only knew for sure, I wanted him over and over, again and again.
He did not need to ask or want, I submitted to his every desire, just for his touch on my skin..
Some would say I am weak, maybe he was my latest addiction, if so I want no rehabilitation..
We were feeding on each other now, like two animals, each of trying to out do the other..
I screamed out in pain and in pleasure, I pulled him in deeper and he satisfied my hunger..
The night turned to morning, finally we had no more to give, our bodies lay here intertwined, dripping in sweat, smelling of sex, my mind, my body, my soul, all given to him, no regret........
