***Dangerous Part II***

There is something so dangerous about you. The way you say these things to me, have me contemplating abandoning my family for that one moment of pleasure with you. The way you have almost convinced me to lie to my husband about after hour cocktails with the girls, mandatory office meetings, and mid day PTA gatherings...anything to be able to spend a few more seconds mesmerized by your brilliance. The way everything absurd now seems logical, everything unattainable now seems possible. The way I make excuses to stay behind just a little longer to finish up reports that haven't been touched in weeks, just to be able to hear you breathe through the receiver. The way I feel like I've met you before, somewhere I know we've shared the same space, touched and inhaled each other's fragrance. The way I want nothing more than to watch your lips move as you speak that language you seem to have mastered. The way I associate everything foreign, everything exotic, everything carnal to you. The way I yearn for debauchery, dream of taking you to places substandard for human survival in hopes of creating a secluded paradise. The way you make me want to give myself to you completely, to self destruct and not give a fuck. The way you have me staring at the screen waiting...
There is something about you so dangerous that has me wanting to leave behind my comfortable life. The way I wonder how long it would take me to get to you, if you would welcome me. The way I write your name a hundred times on paper, say your name even more than that in my mind. The way I desire obsession, dependency and urgency, never a civilized thought when I think of you. The way beauty and repulsiveness coexist in my daydreams, my appetite for the forbidden heightened, my hunger intensified. The way I know I would have indulged in the sweetness of that apple if I were Eve. Naked and unashamed, knowing that my actions are so wrong while enjoying every delicious bite as the juices fall from my lips. This deception feels so right. The way I would purposely betray my God to be with you for just one night. Desperation leading me to dance seductively before a poisonous snake, like Cleopatra not caring if this temptation takes my life. The way it feels knowing that one day I'll lie in a bed of 7 sins, while you stroke me slowly and precisely. The way I will open up in every way to receive you obediently. The way all of my accomplishments in the past would not compare to this one moment....
You and I are riding the same chord, aren't we? Dancing to the same rhythm, bodies blending harmoniously to that same hypnotic chiming. Let's write a book about how humiliating and disturbing love can be, a masterpiece that would make even Anne Rice envious. Baby make it real for me.