I have an addiction,
More a predilection,
A certain kind that
Occupies my mind.
From dusk to dawn
I am but a pawn
To thoughts of lips
And fingertips
That gently trace
That beautiful face
Filled with grace
I long to embrace
With kisses slow
That seem to grow
From gentle touch
To so, so much
More than passion,
A strong attraction,
A pulse that quickens
Air that thickens
Tongues that explore
A desire for more.
I am addicted –
I am afflicted
By a strong desire
That may require
That I retire or
Join a choir or
Simply acquire a
Partner who will
Not enquire
Why I never tire of
Making out.