Express Myself- a collection of short poems

Addiction

One more touch,

one more grasp, just one more feel,

and this sudden pain, that wracks me will heal.
This is not my body.

This is not my touch.

This is not me.

But I cannot stop the actions giving me pleasure,

I cannot stop the feelings making my heart astir

I cannot let it be.

One more touch,

and it will all be fine

One more touch,

and keep adding more time

Living without it seems so pointless.

Without that one touch,

I am an utter mess.

Dissolved in my emotions,

I am drowning.

I am helpless.

I am lost in the deep oceans.

Just One More Touch.