there is a little intimidation
knowing that i have found a medium
to slowly release you from my
frontal lobes
to find ease from the pain of forgotten claims
that come back every time i play with you'
tho i have been there with you so many times
there is solice close, to find.
taboo, yes this is something hidden but known
and now that it is becoming shared so often for view
i wonder if it will soon be a memory
that i can choose not a place of no return once touched
crippling me with compulsion after obsessions plea was met
granted you stay near me you are me so mucha part of me
but so much in control of me that i need to seperate from the strangle hold, the grip, the incessant desire to...
yet in healing, in natural affection i will find you
my congenital ally but until then
i'll choke you with pleasure nowhere in the end...