Obsessed for Cock

It was an odd obsession, you see,
She couldn't explain its origin to me.
Day after day, it grew stronger and stronger,
But the nights were the times when it lasted longer.

During the day, she could keep it in check,
Getting some work done, without a wreck.
But at night, it consumed her whole,
Leaving her feeling out of control.

She wished she could remember where it began,
But all she could recall were images in her mind's span.
It was the male COCK that stole her attention,
A fascination with a certain dimension.

Not the men themselves, she soon realized,
But only the Dick, that often left her mesmerized.
She visited chat sites, out of curiosity,
Where she couldn't resist the sight in clarity.

Appearance didn't matter, nor did their name,
She simply craved the pleasure it would claim.
Making a man's cock rise and grow,
Watching it climax, a sight that made her glow.

She tried to recall a conversation or two,
Before her obsession took hold, it's true.
But the details were hazy, hard to discern,
Lost in the passion that she couldn't adjourn.

She discovered she couldn't find release,
Except when making a dick rise and increase.
She experienced euphoria, orgasms untamed,
Bringing pleasure that couldn't be named.

Sleep became less important, left aside,
Missed meetings and responsibilities she couldn't hide.
Skipping meals, devoting her time,
To seeing and feeling what she couldn't decline.

She felt liberated, without any restraint,
Serving her one purpose, without complaint.
Even if it meant calling herself names,
Or using toys to bring about pleasurable games.

She didn't hesitate to show her assets,
Displaying herself, her friends, no regrets.
If it pleased the males to fulfill their desire,
She embraced it, setting her soul on fire.

Somewhere along the way, she lost her job,
But it didn't matter, she didn't sob.
When a man broke into her dwelling one day,
She panicked, until she saw what he had to display.

Transfixed, she couldn't resist its allure,
Kneeling down, she knew her fate was pure.
Her body was used, one after another,
To fulfill fantasies, every desire they could muster.

She knew, deep down, what was taking place,
But the craving for pleasure, her mind couldn't erase.
Cocks were all she needed, her ultimate goal,
In a state of constant haze, she found happiness, whole.