The Human condition second position

I have an addiction
That’s hard to control
Physical unconditional
Recreational and bliss
That leaves a guilt stain
Am I to blame
For these feelings 
Is it love
Or is it my empty soul?

I have an itch
That will not quench
A tingling that grabs
In mere hinted steps
That leads me to a place
Where there is  a  hole
I slide it in
I want no self-control

Hard hips grinding on tight lips
A need that grabs my whole
I know it’s there
That part of me that does not care
I want I need that squeeze release
As we please and tease I’m ready to let go.
But part of me just keeps on saying no.

© adh 2015