Torment

I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure. Marquis de Sade

Sigh. A dichotomy for sure. Torment and ecstasy. Somewhere in my ramblings I posted a quote about one of life's greatest luxuries is to be so turned on that you want to screw a hole in the wall.

Color me screwed.

I want him so badly, I can taste it on the tip of my tongue like a sweet wine that lingers there. Mixed with that is the knowing of his want for someone else. It makes the ache that much more intense. My brain wars with itself between lust and sadness. Ecstasy and torture.

It builds with each passing moment, and will until the ache can be met by the person who creates it.

Only for it to begin again.