Metamorphosis

I am no longer in control...

There she is...the last time I saw her I drew my hand across the small of her back that was exposed by her shirt...she rose up on her toes slightly at my touch and quietly sighed...

My calm demeanor betrays the raging fire beneath the surface...

I debate with myself but can a man convince a hurricane to be calm and steady? No, he cannot; and neither can I quiet the storm within me...it has a will of its own.

They say that love is the strongest emotion; but love will only purify you for the next life...

Equally, hate will poison you for the same...

Happiness brings stability and calm...

Sadness...melancholy, depression, and non action...

But lust...

From across great oceans and across deathly terrain men have ventured...

Armies have met on the field of battle and lay ruin to each other...

Great nations have shook and fallen by its hand...

The power of lust is like no other in this life...on this world.


My mind is no longer my own...my will enslaved...

She is gravitational, I feel myself falling to her...I do not wish to slow my decent.

Beast I am, Beast I become

I will take her...I will feel a pulse of terrifyingly powerful pleasure that will start at the point of contact and wrap around me through my skin from my head and toes, while simultaneously moving through me to the very center of my psyche...It is a feeling I know well...It is a pleasure so powerful that it shatters my consciousness and strips away my humanity and reason with an electricity that leaves me a savage...primordial.

I will forget who I am...only where I'm at...I will drive myself and her until we are utterly spent...only then will I return to myself...the man slowly returning, as if from a dream...or like the fog giving way to power of the sun...satisfied, the beast will sleep...