New Addiction

Odd how quickly we develop the taste,

when forbidden pleasures tempt the palate.

One simple kiss, the delicate flutter

lips on lips, nape of neck and down shoulders

exposed flesh softens, melts beneath hot breath

unwinding all willpower; loosening

inhibitions to slake a thirst-desire

blossoming inside, pulse point to pulse point.

The craving magnifies in your absence.

No mortal need, this infatuation;

it is a taunting passion, once dormant

re-kindled by touch, delicate, subtle.

It never went away-was always there

sleeping within, mis-placed, new found – again.