The Human condition

I have an addiction
I have no control
Physical unconditional
Recreational  bliss
That leaves a guilt stain
In an accusation refrain
Am I  to blame?
For these feelings
That I just can’t control?
Is it love
Or is it my empty  soul?

I have an itch
That will not quench
A tingling that grabs
In heated steps
That leads me  to a place
Where there is a whole
I slide it in
She does the same
In soft slow  rocks that do not tame
I have to admit  that here
I want no self control
Is it love? no
I really want this (soft moan)

(c) adh 2015