My obsession is She
Focused on something that can never be
That which once was & is no more
This is what She is to me
She is the craving of my favorite food
She is the wanting of my favorite most expensive brand of shoe
She is the longing for a warm summer's breeze
She is the desire that burns in between my legs that makes me weak in the knees
My Obsession…
The One who has caused me to fall into this codependency
Obsessive Love…
That's what I have for Her
Uncontrollable thoughts running through my head
So emotionally attached, so mentally vacant
Except…
For the ongoing fixation that is Her
And what Used to be my life
What I still want to BE my life
What may be Unhealthy for the direction I'm headed in, in my life
But what is that Direction
I am blinded by the Infatuation of an Angel and cannot see where I am headed
An Angel that I thought was sent for me with a Light that shown so Bright
A Gift to me and Me Alone
But it was only a Dream
Just a simple Fantasy
That Reverie flew away from me
Away with my care free Visions of Flying
Since they flew away together
I haven't flown
Too heavy with Grief and Anxiety
Over Her…
My Preoccupation
Every Intellection I have follows behind
The very Abstraction that is She
She is…
The first Conception upon opening my eyes
My sunrise, the Dawning of my Day
The last Introspection of my mind
The dusk as my sun sets
The Illusions that dance inside closed eyelids
The Phantasms that lull me to sleep at night
The Erogenous Retrospection that leads to the Female Wet Dream
The Lascivious Apparition that causes Self Inflicting Orgasms
She Is...
My Obsession
No not the perfume
This is far greater in value
This Obsession that is She
Dedicated to Her is my Contemplation
Even against my Volition
I am at war...
Trying to tear my heart from Her
Wanting the smooth images of Her from my mind
Needing the taste of Her off my lips
Yearning to lose the feel of Her on my finger tips
Longing not to feel the softness of Her Kiss
Because I no longer want Her...
As my Compulsion
I need to let go of Her...
Of this Attraction that I have to She
But She still gives me Chills
Just seeing Her triggers Carnal Meditation
And then She is...
My Obsession
All over again
I can't help the Love I have for Her
The jump my "little one" does when around Her
The Ache I have to make love to Only Her
To want to hold Only Her
To want to be with Only Her
I must take Control of my Addiction to Her
So that I am free of this Affliction Her love has placed on me
This Turmoil of a Broken Heart
And these Troubled Ruminations of a Mind in Shambles
And finally over
That which has given me great Grief
My Obsession
My every Fetish of She
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