I promise this time I’m ready to love you
Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 1:47 am
I promise this time I’m ready to love you, my love. I do confess I was untrue, the times before. Lust held me in her shallow but unrelenting
hand. Oh, I remember the sight of those hot bodied infused nights when I kissed her lips and the sky exploded around me in a wave that beat
me, beat me, beat me down, until I felt myself drowning in an ecstasy so profound I lost direction of mind and the circumstance of mortality.
I thought myself immortal, lifted as a god to utopian fields of pure bliss. Oh, I do remember the kiss I kissed, the bright eyes, the willing
bodies that called me from the study of the heavens and their revelations. Poor student I must have been to have been so easily led from
purpose to pursuit. The slightest gesture, the softest whisper, destroyed the granite walls I built in defense of deference. I now see how
desperately I wandered from miss to misadventure. Understanding nothing, blind, deaf, and forever hungry, craving love by feeding lust. I
must confess, though I was untrue, all the while I was truly wooing you. You must have known, you were always there, teasing like a caress of
memory. I’d reach for you but you’d move the merest touch away and should I get too close, a maid of your design, you cannot deny it, would
show. Eagerly, the blithe attitude of fools, I'd allow myself be swept to experience, not the glory of completeness, but the shadow of essence.
That was me in a younger day. Now sufficiently aged, I know to wait for the substance of the shadow, to the grave if that proves your desire.
Show yourself, please hurry. I see another. It seems scheming chance intends to lead my determined self astray. But, no, my love. I am
titanium. It is you, only you that I love.
(But it just occurred to me, there's this family thing
that needs my attention, a kinda dutiful,
because it's for family, intervention.)
(I know you understand.)
hand. Oh, I remember the sight of those hot bodied infused nights when I kissed her lips and the sky exploded around me in a wave that beat
me, beat me, beat me down, until I felt myself drowning in an ecstasy so profound I lost direction of mind and the circumstance of mortality.
I thought myself immortal, lifted as a god to utopian fields of pure bliss. Oh, I do remember the kiss I kissed, the bright eyes, the willing
bodies that called me from the study of the heavens and their revelations. Poor student I must have been to have been so easily led from
purpose to pursuit. The slightest gesture, the softest whisper, destroyed the granite walls I built in defense of deference. I now see how
desperately I wandered from miss to misadventure. Understanding nothing, blind, deaf, and forever hungry, craving love by feeding lust. I
must confess, though I was untrue, all the while I was truly wooing you. You must have known, you were always there, teasing like a caress of
memory. I’d reach for you but you’d move the merest touch away and should I get too close, a maid of your design, you cannot deny it, would
show. Eagerly, the blithe attitude of fools, I'd allow myself be swept to experience, not the glory of completeness, but the shadow of essence.
That was me in a younger day. Now sufficiently aged, I know to wait for the substance of the shadow, to the grave if that proves your desire.
Show yourself, please hurry. I see another. It seems scheming chance intends to lead my determined self astray. But, no, my love. I am
titanium. It is you, only you that I love.
(But it just occurred to me, there's this family thing
that needs my attention, a kinda dutiful,
because it's for family, intervention.)
(I know you understand.)