Junkie

I'm walking....happy, content. Then I hear you calling me. I try to be strong and resist. I know if I find you I will ignore my kids, neglect my husband. He knows it too.....we've done this too many times before.

I get closer... my heart racing, my lips open in anticipation, palms a little sweaty. I scan the crowd looking for you. Others tempt me but I don't want them, I want you.

Finally I see you...my hands reach for you, feeling you, caressing you. My mind races with thoughts of the pleasure you will bring me.

I lift you and gently place you in my shopping cart, racing home to read you.....my newest book.