if i knew for sure... i would tell you. i know this... it started the first time  you wrote to me. and the second time.  when i... wrote to you, god you had me. there was nothing.... i could do about it. nor did i want to. 

dreaded notion, your thoughts slithering through my souldevoid of morality or carea cavernous emptiness floods my corereaping the monsters of your imaginationinjecting my feelings with doubtI’m a good person? rightno, I’m a good personyour fiends enter my thoughtsentertaining them...

he bathes my wanton senses saturating them with his intensity so addictive... so nourishing... it's become a part of me   he pins me to the weight of my convictions holding me accountable... to my own beliefs and needs asking little... and knowing he'll gain everything each time he spreads...

   PerhapsBy FlatDaddyShe shared my victories   with joyful exhortations      and declarations of my greatness   when those victories at most      were worthy of soft pats                       ...