The urge slunk into my thoughts as I laid on my bed after a grueling, exhausting day at work. Nothing seemed to fascinate me when my eyes flitted across the pixelated screen of my phone.

It haunted me again, the insuperable, smouldering desire. I shut my eyes, riveted my thoughts to promiscuous matters, but it was incessant, enticing me that of giving a candy to a little child.

I am the little child. The imprudent, feeble me gave in, succumbed to the insurmountable desire.

Released, an ephemeral delirious ecstasy, an addiction.

Sodden with viscous fluid, filled with a temporal delirium, but burdened by the guilt of the incapability to overcome my insatiable desire, my shortcoming- me.