Addicting As You Are, It's Our Fault Read Count : 5
Category : Books-Fiction
Sub Category : YoungAdult
I knew what I was getting myself into. Every time I was with you I remembered the words you said about me. I knew I wasn't important to you but I suppose I wanted to be.
No, I definitely wanted to be important to you. I wanted to be important to someone.
Your kisses slowly became addicting as I felt your tongue caress my own. The fresh taste of rain, pure water, mangled in my mouth quenching the thirst I didn't know I had.
It was blissful. I wanted to remain there. Not moving. Not detaching our lips.
I knew you loved it too. What I didn't know was what you thought of it all. I wanted to know. I want to know.
My naivety was blinding like the love I never felt. I began thinking that you might want me. That you could want for more than a sex partner.
I get it. I'm just not that girl. After I walked away from you, I felt the chordae tendineae vibrate like a guitar string that has been struck. Yes my chordae tendineae in other words my heart strings.
And yes, I was getting attached to you.
I always get attached as much as I'd hate to admit it. Now I'll have to cut you off for some time like the drug u are.
Now I will have to rebuild my Jericho walks around my mind and heart.
I won't allow you, the addicting drug to run your exhilarating poison through my veins.
I refuse to feel something for you. You showed me what I meant to you. You've always did but my nativety was as blind as the love you wouldn't give.
I'm not angry with you. I'm not angry at me either because I gave into my carnal desires for sher passion.
For sher sex.
No I will not rebuke myself for enjoying it. I refuse.
I blame us for going along with our carnal desires.
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