My Drug of Choice

Sex ups the excitement,
Ups the thrill,
Gets me high like nothing will,
Connection without feeling,
Understanding through mutual need;
You fuck me to feel me
Wanting to feel you fucking me.

Set me free,
A temporary relief;
Suspend my reality
As this wave of pleasure supersedes my existence
And removes me from this plane of painful monotony.

Oh please,
Fool me into the belief
That sex is all we need
Because I think I’d take it over my ability
To eat, drink, sleep, and breathe.

This obsession consumes me;
The addiction deludes me;
All I want is the drug running through me
As the pleasure mates with the pain
In the most unsettling of ways,
Sending these usual signals
To my depraved and demented brain.

Afterwards I’m empty;
My mind blessedly still;
My passion once more suppressed
As I regain a semblance of my power of will.