again, rough without editing (No name)

I can choose to stand and fight

or run and hide

into the arms of self-destruction

There is no path without pain

no easy steps

through emotions of jagged rocks

break me, burn me, beat me, take me

break me
against the rocks
ice in your glass

burn me
feet to the fire
wax from your candle

beat me
back to the door
your hands give me pleasure

take me
willing or not
overcome by passion

intoxicating

Its not that I don't want you.
You are sexually intoxicating.
Around you I am drunk.
My thoughts fuzzy.
Logic hazy.

Your voice in my ear,
Shoots straight down my spine.
I am wet.
My knees weak.

The path towards your door,
is paved with good intentions.