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Mania

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I’ll be your possibility; if you’ll be my protector
My appearance is fierce, but my thoughts are delicate
I have been conquered by this want that permeates the air between you and me.
I know of hunger and the inner storms of longing
So I can recognize the appetite that lies behind your smiles when you look at me
And that ache on your face uncages both the nature and nurture within me
It feels on my skin like a silk camisole being untied from the shoulder
And falling down my body being sure to graze each curve softly
The literal tickle cascades down my skin unarming my better judgement
Like this silken costume my mask becomes undone by the sight of your thirst
I want to both attack you for encouraging my passion
And cherish the inspiration in the aftermath of our encounter

I make a point not to live in the shadows of conformity
And I vanquish the mannered chains and shackled customs that hide the truth
Somewhere before this sequence became consequence I thought of you as a friend
Sweet, dependable, honorable, disciplined, and strong
It is your sense of propriety that broke the concrete that built you
That I was female and you were male-those labels are injected with unwritten contracts
The racing heart that manifests from you shaking my hand hello
The breathlessness that makes you high when you lift me from a fall
Our bodies connecting just for that moment causes our judgement to falter
When you open the door for me and catch my scent
You imagine swimming in a bed of my skin on your skin
It has always existed, aside from place and time
This space within decency for temptation to exercise

And so the visualizations emerge
The senses so elevated our sense of right and wrong is blinded by them
It happens so innocently, helping me up from a fall
Taking me by the waist up the stairs to my empty apartment
Leaving the door open as virtue dictates, but not leaving me alone which it also decrees
Getting me ice for my ankle the proper thing to do
Seeing me wince and coming to my aid to take off my shoe
Peeling down my stocking to place the ice
Feeling my skin on your fingertips, letting the eyes wander up my leg
Gathering your strength, you turn away, but can’t leave me be
You pick me up again to transport me to the couch, a decent action
But you notice your hands are on my waist, a space you’ve never touched
Our bodies connected, intimate contact

Three feelings become the only discernable considerations
We are alone, I am in pain and need comfort, and you are attracted to me
Placing me carefully on the couch cushion and lifting my ankle to rest
You sit before me confused by what plans to follow and decorum takes over
You move to place the ice on my ankle once more and my skirt has edged further north
I notice you shaking and my level of decency reciprocates yours
Reaching out for your hand to be comforting and compassionate
You interpret it as permission and lean in to taste yourself on my lips

The hands turn from a paint brush into tools
Instead of hands brushing, grazing or skimming
They’re caressing, exploring, gripping, and rubbing
The eyes transform from witnesses into aggressors
Instead of eyes looking, gazing, or watching
They’re staring, eating, and drinking
Tongues turn from recluses into invaders
Instead of tongues remaining inside the mouth
They’re lashing, throbbing, and foraging for the soul
Our skins become tangled, instinct takes over
What once was a friend transforms into lover
Because the rose that blooms under moonlight doesn’t do so only once
The cool indigo shadows caress the petals in ways sun just cannot
It blooms in secret and its petals become wings
Tendrils once tended and tamed become wild
Blooming at night, not when its easy and permitted
Now only able to bloom in challenging weather
With thorns so much softer, and a scent beyond pleasure

The scent of you covering me, satisfying and complete
I bloomed in your hands, and you fell to my knees
The showering steam erasing nothing at all
Even clean and covered your hands tremble when you see me
My sweet flavor is stored in the back of your mouth
And with each look my way it surfs through the saliva on your tongue
Which leads to a quickie in the bathroom, or the hood of your car
Hungry touches, dancing fingertips, and eyes that persistently call me
Our senses spasm and seize, our words become breathless banks of banter
No cigarette, drink, or injection can supplant the drug that is you
Fast-paced breathing, eyes rolling backwards, conscious seizures
Warm and cool temperatures violently assaulting my skin and insides

And it all began with the innocent, unformulated rules, prescribed by society
The customary expectations that reared a rapturing rhapsody of carnality
Fiery recreation birthed from the reliable monotony of tradition
The countless moonlights that we worked our way through
Matched only by the millions of ways we left one another breathless
Purposefully tunneling through each other’s eyes while bombing the others insides
Excavated our souls leaving holes replenished only by one toll, your pole
You’ve bored into my thoughts and no amount of blinking can exorcise you from me
It’s surrender, not reaction, it’s philosophy not debauchery
It’s ripened, wild, beasts of flowers nurturing and harming itself.
It’s not love it’s mania!
Written by vessa07
Published | Edited 12th Jan 2017
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