Sensual High

I still think about him...
I beat myself you because sometimes he is the symbol of my bitterness and other times he can be the lust of my forbidden.
I beat myself up over him because I know if I go back there's no returning and if I keep on putting off this urge and just move forward, then my craving for him will become something dangerous.
Those nights of making love, and leaving nothing of each other unsatified still fills my dreams. The nights where we could just keep on going until we take each other into the unknown of reaching that beautiful climax of never wanting to come down...damn how I miss that high. I have had loves to come and go, others to make marks that couldnt be erased and some...Either were untalkable or unthinkable...and my favorite chapter in this love was mainly my unforgettables...but this one he must have known my weaknesses of my body because with one touch, this man...could make me drop to my knees in a heart beat and for all night make me his chained pet until the morning still being satisfied from that last night high...
Just thinking of him, sends that intimate high through my veins...just craving to have what I know that's been an ending chapter...funny...I remember what he first told me before we became fond of each other..."Promise my love, that you won't lose control...over what might become your obsession". At the time I was puzzled but now thinking of what he said finally stuck to me...maybe somewhere deep down at the time him becoming my obsession wasn't possible...and now I want, what is long gone, what I didn't bother to take caution to...what I want most to keep me wanting for more of a touch, kiss and the beautifully unknown...what I want more now than ever...is him...My Sensual High.