Wednesday, May 03, 2006
BAD, tsk
I've been too good for the past year. Convinced myself that my past escapades was behind me, that I can take in a relationship where s*x doesn't matter. I've had it with courtship; I've had it with chastity.
Ever since that incident a few months ago, the image I have painted myself in have been crumbling away bit by bit. Like a wasting disease as time moves further. Wit and manipulative thinking manifest and the horns that have been lying dormant have come out to play.
“Embrace me,” a dark voice states, and I know for some reason I will never be whole unless I delve into the dark recesses of my mind. Outbursts of intensity leaks from my façade, some are enticed, while some are dismayed.
I act before I think and the sway of my desire turns to my favor.
Here we are once again, standing on a precipice of indecision. You find mystery in my ideals, you’ve seen beyond the heat of passion and desire I bring; you felt the cold serenity of my principles.
“I write therefore I lust,” that was my answer to your question. You thought nothing of it however; my answer echoed through you, reverberating in every part of you as the night waned on. I played with your thoughts, enticed you the way experience taught me how. I give and take until you confessed that you can’t resist.
The subtle moves I've been laying all evening are paying off, the ambience between us is about right, and you lean closer, perfect. You stare into these eyes as silence creeps during our conversation, we part lips and we kiss.
As both lips lock into a kiss, we relish each other's scent and taste. We part and you remind me that this is how far we can only proceed and I respect you with that decision however; don’t expect me to stay. I'm no god nor am I a saint to abstain ergo if I can't have it then, it will drive me mad. I have needs as much as you do. You lean more into romance and its fine so as long as we both satisfy each other's wants.
It isn't about satisfying both ends, it's about letting everything flow, allowing instincts to mingle and move freely with one another. It's about keeping the burning desire in check and releasing it in a crude and yet effective way of filling if not, satisfying one's longing.
Maybe the reason why I'm not saying anything to you is because I'm weighing the repercussions if I take this or that decision. Maybe we both need each other to grow and develop more as a person and in time, part ways; not as lovers, not as enemies but friends once again.
Labels: escapade, fiction
posted by vinz @ 6:16 AM
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1 Comments:
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At 5:12 AM, said…
is that an invitation?
