The Object Of My Obsession

DEPP,

the object of my obsession,

will to me, forever only be

in a photograph

or in motion on a screen.

But no less my love, my lust,

no less my affair of the mind.

This suits me lovely,

for this fantasy,

this obsession.

He is there, in my thoughts,

at every moment I wish him to be,

in any way, any look, any action,

so be desired.

And the more wicked, off-center, the more nasty, bad, wrong

or wounded,

the more I love him.

At times too much, yes, maybe.

But I will not stop, can not stop.

Never want to be free of this obsession.

He is a devastating kind of handsome,

an unreal kind of pretty,

a stunning, loss for words, kind of sexy.

Dark, fresh-from-sex-messy hair, almost always in the face.

Smouldering, piercing brown eyes.

Absolutely chiseled cheekbones.

Perfect, beautiful lips.

Tattoos and scars on a fantastic body.

Pretty and masculine, in unison.

Crude and demure, in unison.

Suave and scruffy, in unison.

Volatile.

Funny.

Scamp.

Oh so God-damned cool.

Mysterious.

Performer.

Never want to be free of this obsession.

DEPP

By:Carrie Leiker