Erotic Cocaine

lust saunters into my mind with full,
pouting lips that perse, as she points her finger, mouthing,
i want you.

mercilessly, she reels me in,
kissing my neck,
chin, lips, slithering her tongue
into my ear.

she is an incurable disease.
i sniff her clothes, pressing my  nose deep,
trying to inhale the last microgram of her scent.

i am a junkie-
she my erotic cocaine.

she climbs in bed,
her hair hanging, disheveled,
covering her eyes.
she pulls the sheet down,
revealing her painfully perfect pulcritude.
with hooked finger, she beckons.
my knees clatter, as she runs
her fingers down my chest.
just before she sticks her tongue in my ear,
she whispers,
you know you want me,
and i cum.