Possession.

My Darling,

Perhaps you’d be willing to teach me the spell you’ve cast on my heart, so I could make you feel the way I do? The gentle glide of your fingertips along my spine raises bumps on my thighs; your lips always seem to linger so close to mine. I am haunted by you, but possession isn’t something to fear anymore. The ghost of your body against mine drives me to insanity, yet I always arrive unscathed; I am completely and totally whole. You are a gusting breeze pushing me forward; the comforting embrace of a familiar scent leading to an unknown, yet knowingly perfect destination. In the voices of strangers I hear you call; your bellows forever echoing through my skull. Perhaps a priest could help me? But I don’t want any help, thank you, sir. Envelop me in your heat; consume me with your gaze. Whatever incantations you’ve cast have shot up my veins and saturated my blood, with you. Maybe I’m an addict? But since when does withdrawal make everything so painfully and beautifully clear? I am complete in your love. I am full, and I am at rest in your arms. Your's is a spirit I will happily house for the rest of eternity. Come home sweetness. What should we have for dinner?