A Woman Possessed

[Fa****]

It’s always the same with you. All it takes is your warmth beside me, the quiet rise of your chest, your hands innocently resting on my body and something inside me snaps.

There’s a point where I stop being reasonable, soft, gentle.
Where I stop caring about the time, or your alarm in the morning, or how exhausted you are. Desire switches something feral on inside me, and suddenly I’m a woman possessed.

Tonight, you were fast asleep, breathing slow, peaceful… and I was lying beside you with my thighs aching, my whole body tight with the kind of want that makes rational thought impossible.
All I could think was I need him.
Now.

And you didn’t question it.
Half-asleep, eyes heavy, body warm with fatigue — you still pulled me under you like you knew I was starving.
You gave in to my need, even though dawn was waiting to steal you for work.
And I was selfish enough to take everything you offered.

I didn’t care about the time, or your morning shift, or how drained you were.
I just needed you inside me, needed the weight of you, the heat of you, the way you grab at my hips when I lose myself in you.

And when you finally collapsed beside me, exhausted and spent, I should’ve been satisfied.
But I wasn’t.

I’m still here — pulse racing, body humming with the leftover ache of wanting you all over again.
Thinking about the next time I can drag my nails down your back, the next time I can pull a moan from your lips, the next time I can feel you so deep you take the sound out of me.

I’m even thinking about keeping myself awake just so I can wake you again in a couple of hours — this time to thank you properly with my mouth for letting me ruin your night.

I’m addicted to you.
To the way you feel, the way you sound, the way you give in to me even when you’re tired.
You turn me into something wild, hungry, unthinking.

A woman possessed.