Obsessed…

She has to go get what she needs

She needs it

She’s got to have it

It’s like a drug that feeds her ego

It has its grasp on her and never lets her go

It’s like a demon that she’s never learnt to control

She can’t refer to its name because she’s not proud of it

It’s not who she is

It doesn’t define her

But it sure has its way around her

It has her enslaved

Once she’s stressed out,

Off she goes to her secret adventure

The secret quest of cardiovascular work out

She needs her privacy

She’s the only one that can meet her own desires

She amuses herself and the tension is released

All the stress and the strain

Off she goes, the rain and the pain departs

Only to open the door to guilt

But she is hooked

She needs it

And she’s got to have it!

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