I have a yearning to be his mistress how twisted is this I do not care if he belongs to another need his body to make me shudder I really don't mind if only a fraction of his time he spends on my desire just this thought sets my skin on fire I find comfort in the thought he has settled down though I say settle with a frown as this word that makes me quite sad and yet at the same time glad that he feels content, mediocrity with her I'll always be the wildfire he needs and prefers I will always remember the way we were ...
my dear celestial being what I would endure in your name although it be in vain for you feel not the same my naïve young man you do not see the emotion this woman's devotion is not just a notion my so virile hero with feet bare I would travel in deserts fire-like gravel persevere most heinous battle
to defeat that denial buried in the trench of your soul and provoke a spark, to arouse my twin blazing flame
My lips on your skin breathing warmth into your soul float my fingers across your glowing body tracing every fragment in my mind tongue sketching around your tattoos pressing my dainty body against your virility kiss those hard muscular forms
How dare you God! Why are you doing this now? I’m furious with you! How can You deliver my soulmate to me at this point. I waited a lifetime. Asking, praying to You, begging ! And now, You have the audacity to dangle them in front of me like a piece of bread to the famished. Like giving sight to a blind person just to have it again taken away. To me it was a lifeline when I was drowning.
God? Where were you when I was once youthful, more attractive, loveless and all alone. I was searching, waiting for the love of my life, that special mind, body...
I honestly thought that part of me was dead. I have given all my love away and then some. Nothing left. An internal emptiness. No matter who I met, how they looked at me, how charming or funny. How handsome, or how smoothly they tried to sweep me off my feet. Nothing had sparked that light in my soul for many years.
But could it be possible?
They do say, you sometimes meet special people in the strangest places.
As all the seniors lined up for lunch at the Home, I stared at every single one....
Let me take you away. To that place that only you and I know exists.
Dark, yet so dazzling. Dirty, yet so luscious. Demented and so very enticing.
Forget the barriers, our conscience and obligations, for a miniscule moment. That moment will embody an eternity of salvation. Us escaping. Into a euphoric Kingdom. Some might say, a fortress of Hell. Greed, self-indulgence. It's all in the eyes of the beholder.
Freedom from the constraints of conformity, I say.