Intoxication

Author's note: Like the last post, this post is also fairly graphic, maybe worse. I'm not sure I'm completely happy with it though, it doesn't quite reflect my feelings accurately yet but it'll need some more thought to correct it but I'm generally happy enough to post it. It is also about a different person than the last one.

She is intoxicating,
The scent of her sweet, fruity perfume fills my nostrils,
She fills my mind and drives me crazy.
In her arms I feel safe, she comforts me.
The feel of her soft, bare flesh on mine makes me moan in ecstasy,
My hands explore her body,
It is a foreign land, of the most beautiful kind.
Lips roam and search all parts of her,
I breathe her in and commit her to memory.

Lies, for the truthful

The intended recipient will probably never read this but if you're a pathological liar, if you're like this, just think about it, why did you choose the irreversible path?

You have dug your rabbit hole too deep,
Too deep to escape or change,
You can never return to the light, to the truth.
Darkness has consumed you,
Your whole life is a lie,
Nothing you say can be trusted.
When did you decide the real world wasn't good enough?
When did you abandon reality for fantasy?
Is the real world really so bad?
Sex, drugs, rock 'n roll, you've done it all in your dreams,
You're different things to different people,
What will happen when your worlds collide?
No one knows the real you,
No one believes a single word you say,
It's all just stories.
But it's too late to take it all back.

Varelai.