Tantric

My insides are burning, it is a familiar sensation but hard to classify. The hunger pangs feel as though I have starved for centuries but can't seem to be bothered with the primal urge of giving myself nourishment. My heart quickens with every breath and I feel as thought I am drowning...the torture is overwhelming and just as I wish it away I beg for it to stay. It feels masochistic as I reach the crescendo, holding it for as long as I can, the pain and the pleasure meld into one. I know it will end, but just like good sex I don't want it to stop. It is a vicious cycle of control and surrender... it is falling in love and the awareness of knowing there is nothing you can do to stop yourself.