Do you know desire can become so imminent a fire
that it ceases to be an illusion and snaps all boundaries
between imagination and reality! So that what you fantasise
becomes a truth of reckoning; even the mirror gives you that feeling!
There are the woods that beauty gets you into! An enchanted castle,
that seems achievable to access, even if daunting. These are the doldrums
of infantile infatuation. The smoothness of hide, the curl of lips,
the apparent freedom of curls, the strength of lure, the humongousness
of physical breath, trapped in whispery moments, the darkness
of undercovers; a sexploit, an escapade that cannot be withheld, for the
pangs of crimsonness of blood exchanged. Adrenaline’s honey
soaked in glands and expended in sensory mirth! You must think,
that galaxies move in unison with the fabric of space-time? Then why does science
explain it as a chaos? Are mergers libidinous unions or a gnawing
foraging? I think now, I was kind to myself for not just succumbing;
or even that circumstance dissuaded or purged me! In loneliness,
I have retained my more sincere aspirations for another day, even
though encumbered was I by the call of duty. Pangs can enrapture,
ensure a wildness that cause a loss of you to a wilderness. They are better
put in a silver foil and left in the freezer. Seemingly temporal temporary
weather is no beatitude for the latitude of platitude. It must be understood
that what you deserve the most becomes yours only when you deny
yourself of other things the most!
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