Loving you is my addiction. <br />I need your lust <br />beyond comprehension. <br />I hang, <br />suspended, <br />in the unbearable <br />stretch <br />of <br />time <br />between your call, <br />your affection, <br />your erection, <br />your coming <br />(and) departure; <br />wishing you were all mine <br />not hers, <br />not going home to what you have <br />publicly claimed as yours. <br />(Did I overlook my invitation to your wedding?) <br />I am dreading the swallow of the new taste of you, <br />wondering if the scent of your dedication will leak through <br />But when I recall from whence we have come <br />I am elevated to a crescendo of hope. <br />For <br />your body is my dope <br />I am hooked <br />on your teasing tongue, <br />the dripping saccharine that flows <br />through your poetic words <br />coagulating like your multiple comings <br />in the back of my throat, <br />the insolvable stain you leave my brain <br />every time your tenderness <br />beckons you back to my beastly domain <br /> <br />This addiction is my affliction <br />a fatal phenomenon <br />that will not end <br />for we have both know lust in its most incurable form <br /> <br />I do not want to forget. <br />I do not need to forgive. <br />You can not sin inside me. <br />We accept. <br />We ascend. <br /> <br />Don’t wear anything. <br />No clothing, no condom, no title. <br />This is Ghetto Love and you are fully entitled <br />‘cause we “g” back. <br />It is real <br />It is ghetto <br />It it simple. <br />I am your temple <br />and you are a parishioner <br />here. <br /> <br />Jessica Holter <br />Writing as Ghetto Girl Blue<br /><br />Jessica Holter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addiction-affliction/
