Obsession

Her face.

Her face is all I see.

Everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere.

That cute child; I swear She must’ve looked like that when She was a toddler.

That woman with auburn hair ; She will look like that in 10 years time.

That girl in that hair product billboard; her warm chocolate eyes are the exact replica of Hers.

Oh, I can’t wait to see Her face, run the tips of my fingers on Her smooth pale skin, feel Her heart beat faster against my chest, caress the insides of Her mouth with my tongue.

I shiver at the thought and I feel a hint of a smile tug at my lips. I hurry home.

One more corner. Three more steps. A key to the doorknob. A twist, a couple of steps to go inside, a door closing, a lock bolting.

I drop the grocery by the door, eager to finally, finally, see Her. I make my way to my room.

I sigh. There She is.

“You look so glorious. My angel,” I say to Her.

She’s on the bed, lying on Her back, Her pale skin uncovered, magnificent and absolutely mouth watering. Her arms are spread like wings on Her sides, Her wrists fastened to the bed post with the reddest ribbon, Her hair in perfect disarray. I shiver again.

My feet step closer to Her, my hands reach for Her, my eyes drink the wonderful sight of Her. I wipe my drool with my shirt.

I carefully climb the bed, afraid to disturb Her sleep. Oh, the fun we had last night. Her screams were muffled but some still escaped and those that did still rang in my ears like a melodic song.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” I whisper when I’m completely hovering above Her. I brush my knuckles under the curve of Her breast.

She stirs, blinks two times, looks up at me, and holds in a breath. I smile.

“P-please,” Her voice cracks and I savor it, every note of it. “Please let me go…” She whispers.

“I told you last night, honey. You only have to say your name and I’ll let you go,” I say in my most convincing voice. She shakes her head. I am glee and laughter and ecstasy.

“Then we’ll have another round of last night and you know how I adored you, savored you, devoured you,” I say as I run the tip of my nose down Her jaw to Her collarbone. She lets out a sob.

“You only have to say it.”

A tear slips out of Her eye and I catch it with my tongue.

“Say ‘I am Yours'”.

Lock them in Writing

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Insanity tries to conquer my brain.
Now sanity is overpowered.
My sanity plans to leave me;
So I write down mad, demented,
cuckoo things.
I jot down the lunatic things
my brain thought of trying.
I caged them in repeated sentences
As if the times of  repetition
becomes the strength of the charm.
I imprisoned them in words.
I confine them in scribbles.
I locked them in writing to keep me sane.
But sometimes, I missed some bits.
They’d tie my sanity somewhere.
They want to take over.
I’d almost fall for them.
I’d almost do what they whisper.
But with the pen and paper,
I can suppress them,
And once again, I’d recover.