The rhythm of the crowd
And the pulse of the beat
Mesmerize me.
The smell of alcohol
And the taste of my longing
Entice me.
But the lust,
Oh the lust,
It consumes me,
Delights me,
Because it seems that he
Wants it as badly as I do.
He is kind,
Concerned,
And as handsome
As a god.
I could worship him,
Follow him,
Become one with him.
But it is the pain that stops me.
The blinding pain.
I am stupid.
I let him into my heart,
And I thought that he loved me,
But no.
He claimed me.
I am his.
There is no going back.
