Overindulgence

You have worn me down to nothing,

You ignited all my woes,

Crippled my inner innocence,

To a depth no man will go.

My body craves a touch,

A touch you won’t provide,

A stroke so soft and gentle,

When heart and head divide.

And so here I lay my love,

At your beck and call,

Full of need and desire,

Consume me, take me all.

Your version of ideal,

Is not winning the prize,

But to maintain ones composure,

Wear your own disguise.

I have failed myself again my love,

I let you take it all,

Witness my triumphant struggle,

Now observe my fall.

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