Mistress

There is no time spent that is ever enough,
knowing nothing you do in gentle strokes
stops those siren vibes
that resonated in such a burning ache,
whispering the clawing need
digging so fiery inside
to appease that desire,
which always has to be fed
like a lion that is insanely ravenous,
being an addiction you can never appease.

Alone at night images come to the mind
you can’t forget the mistress
who controls your soul,
even in silence
no matter whether in your presence
it doesn’t grant you the mercy
of denying what is demanded.

Regardless of if you have to sell an organ,
there is no way to stop this power
holding you captive to that spell
ruining your brain to any other reality,
totally trapped in submission
over making sure every thing demanded
is eagerly supplied.

Then some moment comes to reason,
sitting back and realizing you are a prisoner
unto this paramour of compulsion.

One second of panic
and then you quietly go back to your lover,
pushing the power button on the lap top,
ready to check for latest upgrades
just to keep the one holding your heart
completely satisfied,
though you know it will never last.