Intense Affair
"Have you ever had an intense affair"?
That's the question he asked me.
I couldn't come up with an answer.
He said if I had one before I'd know.
I'd know if I had one.
Now as I lay in bed next to Josh
I realize that the answer to his question
should've been yes.
My "intense affair" wasn't with a vampire who happen to be very
seductive or a guy from college named Ricky Ricardo.
No My "intense affair" was and stills is with Mick St. John.
I wouldn't compare Mick to a "fever" or a disease, more like a piece of chocolate that I can't
deny or the forst cup of coffee that I have to have in the morning in order to function
throughout the day. I find Mick St. John, hot P.I vampire, is my new brand of coffee. I can't go a
day, one single day without him crossing my mind.
I'm not sleeping with Mick (well not yet anyway, I hope)
but emotionally I am.
I'm with Mick.
Mick is sort of like my brand of heroin. He's tried to get rid of me in the past, so he won't hurt
me. He's stopped either because he realizes by keeping me away he's hurting me (whick is very
unlikely) or he's just gotten very annoyed and frustarated since I'm stubborn and persistant. I
keep going back to Mick, like a junkie hoping for his next fix.
Mick is my fix.
When I'm in need, he's my superman.
When I'm in pain, he's my tylenol.
When I'm sad, he's the one to make me smile, my joker.
He's my drug.
And I don't want to get rid of him.
So, yes I'm addicted to Mick St. John
and secretly I hope he's addicted to me too.