I wake, and I want.
I still throb with desire from the night before.
Reaching out for you I find space,
An emptiness where you had lain.
Rising, I descend the stairs
The golden dawn pouring in
As the coffee pours into the mug.
Your scent still lingers
A memory of passion and needs sated;
of a void temporarily filled.
Yet already the hunger that is never satisfied
has already begun growing,
Starting to gnaw my soul
making me seek the next hunt,
the next thrill
the next kill.
The next moment of beauty
to feed my soul
and stave off the addiction.
The adventure and addiction
that is you.