Rhythmic Tone of Lust..

Women are what I desire most..
Each & every time I get hypothesised..
Their beauty intrigues me..
Their bodies are precious gems..
Lust..
Need..
Want..
Desire..
Skin against skin..
Igniting a raging fire..
Begging for more..
Like an addict going through withdrawal..
I can't get enough..
Whimpers & moans..
They set a rhythmic tone..
Like a demon they possess me..
Putting a hex on me..
They stitch their markings deep into my skin..
I'm there bitch..
Their vulnerable little slut..
I do as they please..
I'm theirs to keep..
Tangled up in their web..
I'm their slave..
Their play thing..
I willingly surrender myself to them..
 
Women..
My sweet addiction..
 
*curtsies*