Pleasure Principle
by Crissy Bliss Addams
I am the Sun.
When I crave, I erupt—
sunspots of lust tearing through me.
I throb with need—
slick, savage, starving.
I don’t just want you.
I want to etch your moans
into the fabric of spacetime.
I am the Sun.
When I want, I scorch.
Your absence is agony.
My skin howls for your heat.
I don’t crave softly.
I burn.
I blaze.
I make the constellations tremble
as I take you apart.
I am the Sun.
When I ache, I collapse—
a black hole of hunger,
warping time,
dragging you in.
I want you screaming in orbit,
caught in my gravity,
ripped from reason.
I don’t just burn for you—
I bend the universe
to taste you again.