Think Tank Thursday

Poets United prompt today is # 70 Hunger, so many directions to go in, but it was just yesterday this hunger arose.

I long for you, but you are forbidden

I'm taunted and teased by the scent of you

Once my lips caress you, it is over

I’m lost, adrift in memories

My senses awaken to your touch

Indulging you is forbidden

One with consequences

I will pay for my moment of passion

I am over come with the allure of your perfume

I crave your touch, I don’t visit you often, but when I do

It is as heaven has touched my soul

I choose to be strong for now,

but your lucious, plump softness

teases me

You should be illegal

You are for me

legal cocaine, my personal demon 

I daily fight my addiction to your pale, alluring beauty

you are my poisonous apple

You could kill me

Jail for me is burning the fumes

you leave in my veins

I would walk 10 miles for you,

be chained to my stationary bike

all for one kiss

Passion's promise arrives

one heavenly kiss and 

I'm nine years old

spinning out of control

on a chrome bar stool, red vinyl seat

I spin and twirl till all you see is red

You smile and tell me to slow down

I waited all day for this delight

you promised

I sat in a steel jail waiting for you to return

while you wheeled n' dealed and got what you wanted

Three hours you played your hand and won

I earned my treat

 *My Dad would beg me to go with him to trade a vehicle, promising me a treat.
I would sit in the car waiting for him, sometimes 3 hrs, with my pen, paper and crayons.
After the first time, I didn't want to go again. He had to up the ante to get me in the car.
No kid wants to sit that long waiting for a treat. I learned my lesson, but then he offered better bribes~