What is your drug of choice?
Pick your poison and enjoy
I could not breathe.
I was assured of that when I opened my eyes. There was not oxygen left for me to even whisper. The room was black and there was only silence. This was the vision that danced in my mind for countless years haunting me and drove me further into this forced isolation that only succeeded in feeding this vicious fire in my veins. It made me want to hunt them down even more and soon I was but a shell of the man I used to know. I scarcely remembered the precise moment but I remnisce in the light he shed upon me.
The night he said he loved me.
Absurdity abounded from then out. That damned fool knew not when to quit. I was relentlessly pursued as one might be chased by a pesky hound dog. He hunted me down no matter where I took shelter, the sanctuary that was once my office became but another prison. He was there, smiling, and I wanted to rip it off. Don't look at me with those innocent eyes. Don't touch me with those soft hands. Don't kiss me with those luscious lips.
I may not ever want to let go.
That terrified me the most. I was a demon, I was to be feared. I was not to be coddled and basked in showers of affection. I was frozen and rigid, why does he not understand he's supposed to hate me? Disaster surely awaited any who came near me. I was but a poison of the most hellish, foul variety and he had not the sense to stop drinking from the flask. He was getting drunk of the danger. Enough was enough, I could not allow this charade to continue on.
"GET OUT!"
He fell back against the wall, a vicious light that didn't belong in those eyes settled. Hands sank into my shoulders and slammed me back. Hot lips crushed against my own, that slick tongue sneaking it's way past the barricades plunging deeper and deeper. I couldn't breathe. I was trapped, lost. Drowning. His arms held me up, pinning me tight against the solid wall. Get off me, before I never want to let go.
Skin found skin, it took no time at all. I thrashed and protested, wanting not to taint this beautiful angel but he held the demon fast. Fingers laced, legs tangled and soon my head exploded. I screamed and cried for his oblivion. Hot tears fell from my eyes but I could see nothing through the darkness. I could hear nothing but silence and the paced, deep breaths. My body was on fire. It was hot, and wild and I could only long for the end. Darkness, silence, the lost off breath. All that haunted my dreams rolled into one man rocking me in the rapture of passion's sea.
I could only hold on, for fear of letting go.
He stared down at me, those innocent dark eyes swimming with a power they weren't supposed to have. I could not reply, only tremble limp in his touch. Phoenix's mouth found mine once more, sucking down the delectable poison lacing my lips. It didn't matter how bad it burned, only that it must have tasted so damn good.
This hopeless addiction.