Monday, February 19, 2007

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...

Monday, February 05, 2007

Night Sweats...

It was truly forbidden...

I didn't mean too but I've watched her for so long...my love, happily elsewhere...was quietly and slowly put to sleep...it was a transformation.

Over time my guilt faded. She was in our group of friends...I tried not to look at her, but her skin was taunting me...and she knew it.

...Her nails dug into my scalp as she pulled me close to her...then on top of her...I felt like Rabbit getting pounced by Tigger...except I didn't complain.

She always dressed provocatively...and as I looked longer and longer...her clothes became more and more revealing.

Her body was hard. She always made a point to hug me, and slowly draw her hands across my back as she pulled away. I would then spend the rest of my night trying to deescalate...as if I had chased a suspect down...it was truly thrilling...

We would barely let each other up for air...our embrace was so tight...in a single move she took off my shirt and then hers...

We finally got to a point where she would stare back...and smile.

Her hands were all over me now...no more clothes.

Then one day, she mouthed the words..."I want you"...

We met at her house shortly after that...I walked to her...she smiled and walked back. She fell back on the couch and pulled me with her...

I was lost...her body was incredible...her hands and mouth all over me...our sweat causing our bodies to glide over each other...

Then...Ecstasy...

I woke up...I didn't know where I was. I looked over and next to me lay reality...sweat dripping down my face...

I got up and went outside to watch the moon...I could no longer sleep...