Guilty Pleasure

So much to say, yet so little has come out
Confined in this small space,
too fed up to figure it out.
But I shout at the top of my lungs until my outside voice begins to fade-
It wasn't suppose to end up this way.

I'm jaded to the point where I'm blinded by the truth,
this type of behavior is so uncouth
I'm fucking tired of the curiosity, bored with all these lames-
It wasn't suppose to end up this way.

Her words are like butter and her touch feels of silk-
body like a coke bottle, her skin favors chocolate milk.
These thoughts are stabbing me from every angle;
a pleasurable pain with an undying need
and I take heed of all of these thoughts
wishing this slow process would gain speed.

Am I or am I not?
I need convincing for this newly taken flight
and as much as I say no,
I hold on to her womanhood with all of my might.
What a delight!
Companionship without the fights-
I know her worth, she knows of mine.
And i'm convinced. . .
that it's suppose to end up this way.

-RecklessStill2011