@DanLawan 13 January 2025

Her Touch. Like a powerful overdose of emotional trigger, I'm torn apart, yet drawn to the pain. I hate it and I love it, I don't want it but I want it, A conflicting desire that drives me insane. Hate to feel it, but I don't, Don't want to give in, but I gave in. Her touch, so hard to resist, A gentle caress that sets my soul on fire within. It's like alcohol, intoxicating and sweet, Making me drunk, too drunk to hear or think. Every touch, a spark that ignites, A flame that burns, leaving me helpless, out of sync. Her touch is like an emotion I crave, A feeling that I always want to reclaim. She knows I'm vulnerable, so she plays games, Kinda games that I like, that drive me wild, untamed. Her touch, a powerful overdose of madness, A little taste, and I'm hooked, forever wanting more. If her touch were a drug, I'd be an addict, lost, Forever chasing the high, the rush, the addictive cost. Am I losing myself? Have I completely lost my mind? Or is it just her touch that makes me re-align? Something's wrong, or maybe it's just right, I'm torn between the pleasure and the endless fight. ***Lead image from Unsplash*** **Monday, 13th January, 2025.**