Controlled  Chaos

Well... I've  danced with desire, deep inside of pandoras box we tangle and twist the night away. We let it all go for that brief moment that in retrospect feels like an eternity, I'm weakened... each encounter in a different world, a different plane of existence. Completely intoxicated by the scent, I follow closely, unable to willingly break the path we have both set out on, I'm weakened... arriving to the door of anticipation and uncertainty my blood boils as I attempt  to regain composure, control, anything,  however... I find myself with my wounds exposed intertwined within her therapeutic touch, I'm weakened...