Emotion is overwhelming at the moment. Nothing specific, neither good nor bad. Just a pure, frenzied emotion, which seems to hold the fuse to a momentary spontaneous combustion of my soul. Thoughts are drag racing, and I'm trying to sort through any winners... Here's one:
I never asked for the grass to be greener on the other side. I wasn't planning on it happening. But, inevitably, inexplicably, I can't seem to escape this can of worms now that the lid has been torn away... I love the strength of a man, the way I feel at his mercy and within his protection at the same moment. The inside, the outside, the push, pull... And yet, I can't help but to remember the soft touch of a woman. So sensual, raw, intense. So much more than all the physicality I've known in the past... This one, that one...which one? Both, some say. But in the end, a choice will have to be made. The question posed by that choice is this...will I always be satisfied?
Maybe its time for bed. Alone tonight. I need to think. Or try to at least.
I never asked for the grass to be greener on the other side. I wasn't planning on it happening. But, inevitably, inexplicably, I can't seem to escape this can of worms now that the lid has been torn away... I love the strength of a man, the way I feel at his mercy and within his protection at the same moment. The inside, the outside, the push, pull... And yet, I can't help but to remember the soft touch of a woman. So sensual, raw, intense. So much more than all the physicality I've known in the past... This one, that one...which one? Both, some say. But in the end, a choice will have to be made. The question posed by that choice is this...will I always be satisfied?
Maybe its time for bed. Alone tonight. I need to think. Or try to at least.
you paint well