This time, bring me into you.

Close 'em.

Tighter.

Breathe in slowly. Begin within your diaphragm then continue with your lungs.

Now very slowly expel every ounce of carbon dioxide from your pursed lips.

Keeping your eyes closed, you begin to tense with anxiety as I delicately thrust my abdomen onto yours.

You promised. Keep them closed.

As you exhale I begin to notice a hesitant shake, a thrill, a moment of delight, where you... my target, is begining to feel sacred.

Your lips are teased with the tip of your very own tongue, you moisten your smile only to find that my lips are trailing a road map, the type of map that begins with the nape of your neck.

You were masculine, thoughtful, and most powerful... that was until I, took every ounce of decency from you only to bring it to a startling hault.

What am I doing, you ask? The very same thing that you do to me physically, but this time.... I will be the one inside, penetrating, darkening, and saturating you; with immortality, guilt, and exhaustion.

I bring my body so much closer this time only to notice you stepping back.

Your eyes open forcefully and begin rejecting my thirst.

You have to believe in me, this will work, all without an audience.

Trust me.

As I bring myself near, I feel a presence of denile, anger, and a disingadging stutter. Forcefully I approach you. I remove all myself of abrasive behavior.

Reaching forth I notice your glare, you are unaware that you, all of you, belongs to me. And it is I that brought every piece of my exsistence before you, only to captivate you, intrigue you, and make you mine.

My finale, an aquired step that is executively counted. I postpone my last farewell, for you....

are now addicted.