One Bad Habit

toxic are his words
intoxicating is his presence
arrogance belies his confidence
he can sometimes be distracting
yet he gives her exactly what she desires
her mind mired by her adulation
after inhaling his poisonous whispers
which guided her body to contort in such a fashion
that she may absorb a much deeper penetration
…of the love he purports
more than passion
it was more like ingesting a dose of strychnine
her body responded with convulsions and  spasms
orgasms that she had never imagined
contradictions creating conflicts
never does he arrive on time
still she can’t live without this affliction
there’s just something about the way they do what they do
on some nights, she can barely make it through
although she knows better
she has never known a better lover
hours upon hours end
patiently waiting
another drink, a cigarette
soothing her anticipation
she must have him again (and again)
as the smoke fades into thin air
she is now more aware
this man has become the worst of her habits


Rory


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