Of Love, Passion, And One Other Thing

OF LOVE, PASSION, AND ONE OTHER THING ©
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The world is my nemesis

But I fight with you.

Still you ache for my touch

although you can't fathom me and are repulsed by

the demanding (you call it unfair) side of me.

You covet my love

and my confessions of the same while you thrash helplessly

in the ambiguity of whatever you and I are.

Our bodies meet and the warmth of your flesh caresses me

soothing and relaxing the taunt muscles beneath the epidermis of my emotion.

I am intoxicated by the smell of your breath as

Tiny, salty, beads of moisture exude from your sweet flesh

permeating my own wetness, and the friction between us grows less.

My hands touch you all over

And you are wet, warm, and pulsating with the need to have me in you.

And I am unwilling and unable to deny you and what you are to me.

And I am reminded once more that I can never leave you

as long as your love is a haven for my wretched mind,

a buttress between me and the world that nauseates me.

And negates my ever being to confess

that while my love for you is as strong as the love you give me,

when the buttress cease to exist,

You are

just another woman.

By BW