Indulging Pleasure

Food is my enemy,
she makes my stomach drop
and my knees weak
When I consume her
it's like acid running through
my system washing away the
insides that make me whole.
This river of madness within
me is suppose to make me better,
but I don't want her.
She keeps calling to me in the middle of the night
beckoning me to consume her every breath.
The way she slides her fingers from my neck
down to my stomach,making me shiver in anguish
at the touch of her cold,clammy,beckoning hands.
I know what she  wants with me,wants to do with me.
Suddenly my lips are on her smooth skin
tasting unpleasant sin,instead of resisting her foul taste.
I've unhindered this tangible beast from the inner  pits
of my carnivorousness body.
My insides are twisting and turning from her unpleasant taste
that now lingers on my tongue.
I can feel my body consuming her,breaking her down, adsorbing
her essence.
15 minutes later,I'm in the bathroom hovering over a porcelain goddess,tonguing
my way inside her throat,rubbing my hands up and down her smooth,sleek,hard body,
rejecting my once former mistake of a poisonous lover.
I have now committed both unforgivable acts of treason.
First I ate the poison,the indulged on removing her from my bloodstream with an
antidote of unforgivable sorts.
This is my sin,my tantalizing flaw to give in and indulge on life producing substances
of sweet bitterness.