addictions

Its the storm in your eyes
the lines of your smile
the way your body moves
that keeps me coming back for more

Its the wit of your mind
the secrets that you hide
the way that you talk
that keeps me coming back for more

Its the way that you tease
the skill with which you play
the way that touch me
that keeps me coming back for more

Its all that you hold back
and all that's left unsaid
the way that you lie
that keeps me coming back for more.

A Masochist's Romance

If your hits were kisses

I'd be covered in love.

and the bruises you leave me

are better than hugs.

But still I can't help

against all that I know

that you'll take me in your arms

and tell me I'm yours.

So hit me and spank me.

Leave marks red and blue.

And I'll bite my tongue 

before I'll tell you the truth. 

I know I don't belong here

in this strange wonderland.

But I'll overstay my visa

as long as I can.