My Inner Freak
I think I could be addicted To the rush, the chills, the thrills. I’ve given up drinks, I’ve quit the drugs Could this be my replacement? I’m overtaken Rendered helpless Losing control Over my own body The urge, the ache I surge, I quake I quiver, I shiver I shudder, then I mutter Passionate pleas It’s all building up Inside of me. This sensory world… I step into, fixated One touch of my own hand On any part of me, Leading the way. Scared of exploring But I dare to take the steps Where else can I go in my mind? Consuming me, all the time. I do what I can To stifle my mind But I lose this battle. My hands don’t stop. Where are they going? Just the knowing Is accelerating The heart rate. I can give myself butterflies. I can feel the nervousness build, I told myself, finally, to slow down Insecurities creeping once again. I had to tell myself “God damn it, bitch! Do you know how fucking sexy you are? I can’t take it. I must touch you, now!” ...