Lust

You make me lose myself. Everything I thought I used to be. All my rules, my standards, my morals. You tear them from me, when I let you in. I let you in and I let me go. I let you envelope me, consume me, absorb me as you claw at my secrets, my subconscious, everything that fits together in crooked jagged lines to make up me. And each time you take a piece with you, to hold on to, play with, examine, and explore. When you're done with it, you leave it behind, rumpled and used, like a book that's been read too many times. You're helping me deteriorate quickly, and I'm hoping it's so I can rebuild myself, into something new and different. Whatever your objective may be, I won't tell you no, won't resist you. I'll let you take and take until there's nothing left.