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Flattering, wuthering, prohibited sweet you nestle up against me.
With wide eyes, ebbing my breath and brighten eluding, quivering against the storm. Immense and powerful it builds up in front of me. I fly from the deepest abyss in clearance heights.
Intoxicated, alive, new.
I fervently cry out against the storm that surrounds me and urgently seeks its climax. Helpless, when I give myself to you. Your wind whipped around my quivering body, holds me and drives me deeper into the unknown.
More and more water whipped up the surf,
higher and higher the waves speed,
deeper and deeper I suck the breath of that lustful violence in me.
The roots of my ailing childhood shatter under your power.
And then ... a moment of silence. Provisional.
Glistening wings unfold on my back and save me from the eye of chaos, before the last final burst of thunderous force of nature came over me.
Alack, my heart, you beat in me.
Yes, love is in the lowercase. Small as it is.
And now some may say, it would not match and I had no right to call it so, I must say it does not surprise me. The burden of proof, can almost be described as overwhelming. Finally, there is hardly a song, poem or film that has to do not at least to some extent with love. But do they all act really love?
Be in love, a perversion of reality. Warped, distorted, yet praised as a miracle cure. Also, the heartache, with its disgusting mask, with such a thirst for suffering and longing swallowed that one would think he could even completely disappear from the world, we would not fall on him fervently.
What do I do now with these shadows, that faceless creature that turns us into animals. Each stealing his own fate and spun plaintive laments in the face of growing suffer with each blades abyss.
Whether you are aware of?
Black are the shadows that move over the bloody fields.
But what can you do?
Love is in the lowercase.
It almost hurts me t
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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