the Enchanting Lover | Poshak Life blog
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I entered her life as “fun.” I kept her engaged, happy, and a little dreamy. She needed the dreams, she needed the fun, and she basked in the happiness. I satisfied so much of what was missing in her life. She was pleased to give me her time.

I had so many options to offer her, she enjoyed the drama, the intrigue, the romance, the stories. She found lessons in everything I provided. She dreamed of me, she slept with me, she woke up with me. I gave her relief from boredom, a break from her routine and the quarrels at home. I kept her mind away from all of that. She was happy to give me more of her time.

In a few months, she was spending part of her days with me along with her nights. Ours was a hidden relationship that she protected from critical and questioning eyes. She felt guilty to be with me too much but I gave her pleasure that she couldn’t refuse. She defended me, she wouldn’t let me go, not even when holding on to me gave her pain.

One day, she missed something critical while she was with me. She felt guilty and ashamed. She set me aside but she missed me so much. She needed me so much.

In a few days, we were together again. She felt consumed and again felt pain in her body. But she couldn’t let me go. I drained her but she didn’t mind.

She wondered sometimes if she had lost it. She wondered where her balance was gone. She thought of all the productive things she could do in the time she was with me but nothing appealed to her any more. She was shocked to realise that she would rather have me than the balance. All she wanted was me.

Why is she with me? I know why but do you?

Never mind what she feels or what others around her say, I’m never going to say No to her. It’s just not in my nature. Anyway, she’s not my only partner. I have many others, all over the world, across generations, genders, and ages. I hold no malice and I hold no love. I simply become the lover of whoever comes to me. I am loyal till they are loyal. The moment they leave me, I disappear as well. They hate me at times but won’t admit that they chose me, I didn’t choose them.

I am Addiction. And I am nothing without her.


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