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Cory Garcia

My Secret Obsession

(Confessed)

After long day of staring at progress
 
My mind feels numb and worn over
 
Like a dry, dusty, frayed covering
 
Barely shielding my consciousness from the hidden desires beneath it
 
Like a ratty blanket no longer serviceable
 
It fails to cover up the leaves of grass of my own dark soil
 
Driving home thoughts of you keep coming unbidden to my mind
 
I remember the day I first saw you sitting there with your friends
 
I remember how you caught my eye from across the room so appealing
 
Sure there were many there with pleasing wrappers longing to be taken
 
They might have even sparked my interest if I had a mind to give it
 
I am sure all of them were capable of holding my attention for a little while at least
 
But there was just something about you something drawing me in something I could not resist nor did I want to
 
From the very first day I saw you I could not stop thinking about you
 
Even when busy or having fun you were still there in the corners of my cracked mind
 
The minute I let my guard down the desire for you would pounce on me demanding my attention
 
After a couple weeks of this I gave in and asked my friends about you
 
I heard that you could be found at the local gas station
 
I never had the nerve to go and see you I often thought about it though
 
Which brings us back to today
 
I would like to think it was just the long day at work
 
Perhaps the yearning to feel something different
 
I would even settle for admitting it was the desired rush that would come from holding you
 
But a part of me knows even if all those wants were absent I still could not say no to you
 
No matter how much I denied it I needed you
 
So there I was with a full tank of gas my compass feeling anything but moral
 
Parked there at the local gas station and eyeing you through the window
 
Trying to fight the urge to go inside and failing miserably
 
Succumbing by the second to my desire for you until anxiously I walked inside
 
That was until my eyes met yours
 
Playing it cool I smiled walking over to you
 
Lingering just a bit to let you know I was interested
 
I knew I should not be there you knew it too
 
But we ignored the warning the label society placed on what we wanted to do
 
I wasn’t surprised when you slid across the counter agreeing to come home with me
 
It was a short drive to my place
 
You enjoyed the music on the radio and the intimate proximity of your surroundings
 
Pulling up the driveway both of us anxious for what would come next
 
We barely fought the urge not to wait
 
When I finally unlocked the door we went inside
 
Regaining our composure I left you in the living room watching TV
 
I went into the kitchen to fix us a drink
 
I knew we would have quite a few hours before anyone came home
 
Enough time to enjoy you thoroughly and enough time to tidy up
 
With drink in hand I went into the living room
 
Not really feeling like listening to the chatter on the TV we decided to go out on the back deck to relax
 
On the way there I teasingly patted your bottom
 
Enjoying the alcohol it didn’t take very long for you to slide out of your wrapper
 
Even out here in the country I was a little nervous about anyone paying a surprise visit
 
All my worries drifted away though once I traced my fingers across your perfectly shaped neck
 
My firm yet delicate strokes aligning with the curve of your perfect body
 
With the perfect sigh of your perfect breath my own lips tasting perfection
 
Before long your pristine look gave way to the fire burning within
 
We knew what we were doing was wrong but we did not care
 
I proceeded to deal with you firmly like a guiltless convict devouring you and breathing in your sweet scent
 
Before you knew it you were spent I had inhaled all of you leaving nothing left
 
The light in your head going dim you could no longer breathe
 
Realizing your broken state you did not care
 
My sweet lips you decided a wonderful way to go kissing your last breath of life
 
You never would have guessed your first time would be so sweet or that it would be your last
 
Holding you in my hand I flicked the last remnants of your cherry to the ground before letting out a long exhale
 
Carrying you to the bathroom I proceeded to flush you the object of my secret obsession down the toilet before taking a shower and carefully removing your scent

We all have them... I am just admitting mine... with passion ;)

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