Addicted

Peace of mind for five minutes, that's what I crave.    
Alanis Morissette      
     
Addict to the climatic rush      
Three climaxes in the morning weakening me of such      
Waves coming on for a fourth, getting to work, superseded in as much      
Intellectual, and Charkas centered, yet unstable      
Oh God, can I keep the flow of this, am I able  
Nirvana sinking I cry out      
Words a sweet soul like in the beginning I knew nothing about      
I try to walk away feet like quick sand      
The Whore, the Sub, mental dominance under this man      
So many voices to heed too      
Your heart, my mind, my compulsion keeps reeling me back to you      
The dildo is my culprit      
Words to push me over while it’s slithering in and out tasting my clit      
Addicted to the accent, the compulsion to complete me, stripping at my soul bit by bit      
The force of emotions without the hard dick      
His verbs, nouns, moans of pleasure comforting my wet slit      
The need to carnal feed, weakening me      
My thong down pass my knees      
Layers by layers of my center core stripped nothing but the warmth of cold      
Loving the addiction as passion consumes me morning, day, and night, surrendering has already been foretold      
What do I do when I’m swimming against a sinking tide that takes me there      
Addiction beyond the word I swear      
If there ever was a hope and a sweet prayer      
I need Holy Oil, for this addiction, unbound me from my emotional slayer      
Mirrored reflection of a nympho, Mary Magdalene, and a Jezebel merged into one      
Moans of Oh God unto Heaven as my pussy pulsates and then cum      
The touch of the sacred garment of lust I cannot escape or run from      
Addicted to the pussy being lick      
My emotions frayed, driving 95 miles on a 65 highway to get my pussy kissed      
Emotional uplifted      
Pussy tossed and dick shifted      
The voice      
My reckless choice      
The moans mingling unto the throating grunts      
Echoing my moans as my dildo is deep inside my wet cunt      
The images, the pics      
Captivates, arresting my ear, listening as he’s stroking his hard dick      
Legs gapped open fingers inside, oh baby…can you come and take a lick of this sweet tasting slit      
Addict to the climatic rush