Sex.

I crave you constantly..

Every minute of everyday. 

I hunger for your lips

...the fragile touch of sin that presses against me

Your scent was purposely made to tease me

To frustrate me in all the wrong ways possible 

And your voice..

.

.

.

don't even get me started.

And yet, 

It haunts me not knowing enough of you..

It terrifies me uncovering the anonymous..

It kills me being aware that i'm so close,

Close enough to damagewhatever this is.

the danger i might commit, the falling i might do.. 

Would i ruin you.. like i did him?

Or would it be the other way around...

Those eyes. 

I couldn't bare to...

I could love you and never love again. 

The curiosity shall drive me mad eventually..,

The corruption that lives within me will consume me whole. 

But there's something about the idea of not having you that upsets me..

I want you will never be good enough. 

It's an addiction you see. 

But it's innocent,

I swear. . .

.

.

It's more than just sex.