There once was a God that created nothing but themselves.
She was incredible. It was a miracle that she survived, they tried to kill her, burn her at the stake, tried to make her everything that she was not.
She was moving existence to her will, feeding and breathing life into everything she met and it was never enough.
She was a mountain and other mountains fell at her feet and this is the beginning of her story, for she is a God that changed reality.
Her taste salivated the world, her aroma breathed nutrients into everything that existed. The heavens guided her though the dark, she thought she had lost her sight, death was a miracle for her tired eyes, she found the light.
It killed her twice.
This was her life, the third time.
*An ongoing dream.Excited, to share its breath with ease.
To feel you, touch me, slowly. I had
imagined your tenderness and dreamt of your desire. You were sweet, compassionately
cultivated in design and texture, a bottomless treasure that I had the
opportunity to explore. It was similar to the dimensionality of your soul.
Curiously scented and darkly lit.
You
let me in.
We
moved through embraces, holding each other with a gentle care. I wanted you
erotically but we held each other platonically. You wanted to be touched. I
wanted to be soothed.
The
comfort of my body eased your formative blues while the pleasure of your heart
next to mine honeyed my loneliness. It
was perfectly synced. I had been anticipating you for a while and I had wanted
you for longer.
Your physicality
changed me.
I
wanted you, furiously. Bubbling and churning, I played with the silence that
lived in my head. Your presence did not disturb or disrupt but created
vibrations. I followed them like trails of breadcrumbs. I wanted to chase.
I
explored the crevices of your words like my own reflection. Succumbing to the gentle
waves of your oblivious nature, with a smile. Your fragrance was rare;
sentimentally creative, it willed me to stay. Your mind was naïve with all the
right curves and honest determination of abstract concepts. I swivelled and danced
along the mischievous lines of your smile, like a hungry fox in city streetlights.
You were like no other. I wanted to blow through you like a savage, it stalked
the back of my mind as swarms of desire swam to the front. I wished to hold the
burden of you like a stick of dynamite. Freeing to explore but deadly to
engage.
I put
up no fight; I wanted you to taste me, take me.
For a
while.
I
wanted the grooves of your body to create pulses of pleasure and I wanted the
figments of your thrashes to play on my mind, on moon-filled nights. I remember
something entirely different now; the soothing nature of your soul and the
binding feeling of safety. My natural inclination to hide lasted as long as you
wished to seek. There was no game, only sincerity. I appreciated this more than I could speak.
I
wanted you before we met. I was wet.
I had
desired you long before my broken heart had left prolific craters to be filled.
I had remembered your touch as generous and I wanted to move with your nectar
once again. The touch of your desire was used to create a pounding moment of
satisfaction. I reached over, playing with your teeth- desiring your bite. It
was deeper than I anticipated.
I
could feel your sweat and your incessant grinding. You were delicious; my mind
stayed clear. I wanted to stay and play, to scream and find new ways of
understanding an ancient embrace.
I did
not converge with you, my memory perceptions of previous embraces created a
dangerous tempest. I relished you, with a ravenous hunger that soothed raw
images into condensed visions. I was not afraid. A dangerous desire existed
within me; our union tickled it alive – whispering into your ear, I pleaded for
you to take me. I begged with an authenticity that was surprising. I could have
played with you again, but fear moved along my face and found roots in my eyes.
Could you see it?
You
were tempting, a rich treat that I was scared to taste further.
Your
body became extra-terrestrial, a strange composition of curves and hips. I
craved you. Yet my body moved into the shadows and my heart was long gone.
We met again, you were familiar.
I had tasted another that night, but I wanted to feel you.
The silence
that you allowed, whispered the unspeakable. Stay. It was intimate but
the shallowness of my fear had begun to settle. You swayed deeper and I ran
faster. My mind stretched above, I wanted the distance of pornographic
pleasure. I wanted to be held but your arms whispered words of entwinement. The
intensity of your grip was charming but further stimulation for my long
distance run. My eyes flickered along your face. I wanted to see it all, how
your face configured and found pleasure through the movements of our coupling.
The undeniable curling of your lips and the flickers of your eyes, I sneaked a
peak through the curtains of my unease.
You
were a sweet remedy.
A genuine soul is the perfect medicine for a broken heart but you were something else entirely. You were tantalising, unlike the others. I desired to know you. Yet I wished to forget the aroma of your skin along with the embellished crater you left on my heart.
I
ran.
I
wanted to stay but the pitiful nature of my soul slipped into the day. I played
on the goodbye, kissing your joints of motion: your writs, your forehead, your
lips, and your hair. Tenderly soothing myself into the goodbye, I fingered your
soul to chase. No bite.
Smudges of romanticism hewed your face and smell. You were a reassuring truth that I hoped would fade. I wondered who would take your place.
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