Daddy: Obsession

'A persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling. ' Yea that's it. A persistent disturbing preoccupation. One could add painfully delicious. Obsession is the edge of a two sided blade that cuts both the target and wielder with a single slash. Obsession is the seed from which passion flowers. If you wish your passion to blossom you must water your obsessions. Obsession, passion and pain. These are the unholy trinity that form Baby's and my relationship. Passion and pain cannot exist without obsession. Obsession creates passion and pain.

Like the lyrics of the song:
And the way she looked was way beyond compare.
So how could I dance with another
When I saw her standin' there.

Well she looked at me, and I, I could see
That before too long I'd fall in love with her.
She wouldn't dance with another
When I saw her standin' there.

It starts so innocently, obsession. A glance, the nonchalant blink of an eye in return, can be all it takes. Like the proverbial beat of a butterfly's wings initiating a hurricane so to it is with obsession. What starts with a smile and a nod can end with two people, your hands wrapped around her throat, her hands wrapped around your wrists, lips pressed together, tongue's engaged in their own death struggle. Your cock is hard as a rock and about to explode. You have never felt more alive then you do at this moment. This is the gift of obsession.

Obsession can never let go. It is possessive. It's purpose to is to dominate and own the obsessed. For as long as it is allowed to flourish it has a death grip on both the originator and object of the obsession. Forever it haunts often with painful results, especially when obsession is lost or refused. When obsession is returned is, perhaps, the sweetest. Neither side can let go of the other and you both continually fall deeper and deeper into sweet darkness.

Most, I think, do not understand the power and beauty of obsession. Most have been programmed to believe that obsession is unhealthy and can go horribly wrong. I defy anyone who says that anything that makes you feel so alive can be unhealthy. People who think so are cowards and waste their lives seeking the illusions of safety and security, avoiding anything that causes upset, or in the parlance of the day, drama. Fuck you and die cowards!

Can obsession go horribly wrong? Well of course it can. Getting into your car and driving to the store to get milk can go horribly wrong. Better you should just climb in bed, cover your head and stay out of our way.

Unless you are completely thick you have figured out that Baby is my obsession. She is my only concern, the first thought when I open my eyes and my last when I close them. I willingly wrap myself in my obsession. She is everything to me and I am everything to her. We are oblivious to everything but each other as the world spins on around us. I will break the fingers of anyone who dares to touch her. There is nothing I do not know that goes on in her life. I make it my business to know. This is the result of obsession and neither of us would have it any other way.