Secret Addiction

The eyes drink in the view like a dessert gone without rain for much too long. The pupils dilate to take it all in, refusing to miss even a little bit of it. The brain works like a sponge and soaks it all up leaving not even a tiny drop behind. The heart immediately locks away that moment to be taken out again and again much later for savouring.

The hands reach out to make friendly gestures and caring ones and lingers a second longer. The body remembers the embrace and the way the other feels against it. The warmth of the other and itself meshing into one giving the impression of home.

Every nerve and sinew reaches out, every cell and sense yearns and all the while the whole acts nonchalent moving and speaking like a normal person. Inside the battle rages on and the longing once too much to bear threatens to break out and reveal itself in strange actions like the lingering of a touch or a shortness of a breath almost too subtle to catch.

Once alone, the body replays every instance like a broken record over and over again somtimes for pleasure and sometimes for pain. Because having the memory is pleasure worth reminicing but being without in reality is pain.

Always a secret, desire hidden behind actions and longing submerged inside words. Never to see the light, never to be known...always a secret addiction until it becomes too much and consumes the entire being and drowns it in pain from wanting yet lacking the cure.