Bad habit

In darkness and in light

I can’t quite seem to find you, yet you hope that I might

You watch and tease me to your satisfaction

Beauty in abstract form, you command attention

Short of words, for you are just my guilty pleasure

Under your spell, I bid to you, my possessor

Charmed by my acts, you apply more pressure leaving me with no rest

Trapped in denial, my conscience wallows in nothing but distress