Lost in Him

I'm afraid to get lost in him. It's my favorite place to be.

Every time he reaches out, my focus slips — he distracts me completely. Heart flutters turn into melodies, poems pour out of me endlessly. He tastes like a risk I can't resist, a secret I can't keep quiet.

"I'm torn between control and craving, between fear and fire. But the truth is, I've never felt more alive than when I let him take me higher."

Afraid but free — it's the only place I want to be.