Basorexia

Our tongues tangled together.

Finding ourselves in each other's perspective.

A pull away from each other.

Only to create a deeper meaning.

The warm and eager embraces.

The yank for the taste of your mouth.

To feel every sense in our mind.

Desire.

Lust.

Hunger.

That forceful push up against the wall.

That smirk on our faces.

Pulling of shirts.

Letting fingers do the walking.

Every touch sends tingle to my mind.

Every touch and taste is like ecstasy.

Got me high.

Left me addicted.

Left me wanting for more.

Basorexia.

Where are you, my remedy to my addiction.

Without it,

I might die.