Yet, On I Drink

Our love? My addiction–
Yet,
on I drink.
It can’t kill me this once more,
I think?
Commanding seduction in your long, brown stare…
I find myself becoming lost
where
the crevice nests between my thighs…
I cannot leave; my spirit cries.
Am I strong, or am I weak?
Can I trust my lips to speak?
Should I use my strength to fight,
Or slip to you, again tonight?

Jan 26
1:36pm

Artwork by: Demar Douglas