Frustration

You singe my hair,
you burn my flesh,
but yet i am so addicted...
you are the heat,
the fire of lust,
the one thing i desire.

the heat, oh the pain,
overwhelming my loins!
and you force me to rid of the emotion.

all said and done,
i turn on myself,
my mind,
it over takes me.
the pain is back!
although the fire is gone,
im left with heartbreak and ever longing.

i thought feeding you,
would fix the singe...
burning and the heat.
but the only thing it really fixed,
was your short term, overwhelming need.