Slave to the Motion

Slave to the Motion

By Antonio De Villar

I won’t deny myself—

human nature takes over

in those vulnerable hours,

where anticipation trembles

inside my every tender moment.

I lose control of the motion.

Addiction is killing me,

drunken by the poison juice

I pour into my veins.

Yearning… waiting…

for the touch of myself,

craving, anticipating,

the hunger never silent.

Outrageous—full of rage,

emotionless, out of control.

I taste the addiction within me,

a forbidden nectar on my tongue.

There is no stopping,

no end to this world

of controversy—

a willful world of the unforeseen.

It amazes me: I cannot stop.

I want it more than yesterday,

a slave to the motion,

chained to my own desire.

Human nature taking over,

moments of climax hours—

the endless cycle of need

that swallows the night whole.