another story of lust sex and encounters that just mess with my head |
I knew this would happen, and it has. As predictable as chaos after snowfall. There was a burn, a raised welt of pain, slowly healing but not healing right. The barer of the welt carried in resignation having been burned before Flexing and testing after experiences that had not killed, wondering how I am stronger Tear it open again revel in the pleasure, a pure bubble drifting through the air Healing roads taking their time to run their course isolation a temporary retreat for the breach must be breached once again, a return to the flame, the potential of hurt that accompanies warmth Too long, too cold the self imposed exile fearing the return of feeling knowing that what makes the heart beat faster can consume good sense and reason bare a new patch of skin, unscarred if one can be found or recut and gouged out over and over like macabre bloody artwork But first enjoy the moment know it is futureless give pleasure and get blown away by it in turn reopen the old wounds caused by the few that got through eyes wide open, surging waves of need and desire insomnia from lust is insomnia just the same only sated by flesh upon flesh, entwined and writhing heat upon heat body into body the petite mort, the gasps and nails dragged down back the awakening of the terrible beast that sits in my belly one hand around my brain one around my balls, both squeezing and twisting driving me forward, onwards towards the fight once again towards the risk, the excitement, the messy business of pleasure close my eyes and feel you under my hands again remember your scent and all that could have been all that will be, but with another all things happen for a reason, the moment was not to be stretched impossible to realise, wistful half dreams do not make a reality so now I am left with this Better to be alive than numb, better this torment than absence of feeling but full of dread I walk forward Into the battle once again risking total loss of control from all consuming passion hello old friend emotion, shall we dance? For I have learned some new moves! |