E.A. (Edacious Awareness)

E.A. (Edacious Awareness)
The First Step is ADMITTANCE

Never had a craving been so strong...
Marie Zan'e helps me prolong,
but nothing can mask how fast the thought start to crash...
On my head.
Pouring like raindrops covering my cerebellum,
I know i need to tell'em... but how?


*AHEM*
Hello world, I'm Voracious.
In the essence of my name and ALL things Edacious.
Edible candy canes mask my sensations of taste relations,
masking my need for pussy... pacification.

The crowd would grow silent.

Without therapy my cravings would grow into internal violence.
Defiance...
To the mass for a taste that cant be explained or duplicated,
A consistency that has my discombobulated and de-scruplated...
It cant be compensated...
Let my tongue run up the crease of the beast possessing me...
Leaving me de-masculated...

I hear the sponsor whisper to me: Admittance is the first step.
So I have to let it out and deal with whats left.
Be aware of the monster that's slept...
In mist of of wet panties and a casual pet...
Lets not forget...
The power behind my verbiage, I have to choose good words and,
Not offend...
The politically correct minded friends...
But Fuck it! I'm going all in!!!

As I was saying I am Voracious...SiN.
I'm addicted to fresh roses, whipped cream, and anything you vision a "Pussy" in.
I crave the way it smoothly brushes my finger tips.
I long for the moist sensation on the tip of my lips...
I trip...
At the vision of getting lost in bliss.
I cannot be satisfied...
A firefly of an aphrodisiac...
All I do is look , and she looks back...
I'm licking before her soda goes flat....
No fiction, all fact.

I'm admitting I have a problem.
When the things I need are lured to me...
So pretty and pink and tasting so sweet....
What kind of plumber wouldn't fix the obvious.. visible.. leak?

ALL of my feelings are Edacious.
Edible candy canes mask my sensations of taste relations...
Masking my need for Pussy Pacification....

This is my First step to Rehabilitation.