The Sacred

Intoxicated

I often drown in my feelings. There is no switch for on and off, but how I wish there was. I bathe in passion and craze. I scrub my skin until it's raw with sin. As if purging my insides, I kneel over and inhale like I am choking on water. Your aroma is intoxicating, and I fear I have become addicted. The attraction and temptation I have towards you is exhilarating.