Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Myopia

I need a lover.

I need you as my lover. You and only you.

I need your body strong, your body warm, your gaze and scent and kiss, your thick, hard lingering heat. I need your words, your silence, your song. I need your touch light, I need your touch dark, I need your touch complete.

Right now, I am certain you sense this, feel this, know this … fear this … to be true. I am certain this obsession, this addiction, this myopia is finally beginning to dawn.

And yet, the day on which it breaks is cold and grey and blustery, is without little hope, is without any sense, is without the rational thought that tempers the body written through with a desire so deep it tears the flesh, the soul, this woman to shreds.

6 comments:

?uestion said...

Giving me shivers....the sexy kind ;)

EllaGirl said...

"know this … fear this" The moment knowing without any doubt that our need, is our fear. Hate facing my fears but love knowing my truths. Such a war, these unions... xo - E.

Riff Dog said...

Really nice. And I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the pictures below (from Thursday's post) go really well with this.

You are one sexy girl.

Cheeky Minx said...

?uestion: I'm glad to hear it. Very glad in fact... ;)

Ella: Of late, this desire is a battle - of wills, of uncertainty. But much like yours, it's also thankfully one of (a beautiful) truth... x

Riff Dog: I rather like the idea this piece compliments last week's image. Even so, I'm liking that final sentiment a whole lot more... ;)

Rose said...

Yes and yes some more. I keep reading posts today that I could have written. Well done... And thanks.

Cheeky Minx said...

I'm so thrilled this resonated so strongly, Rose. And welcome...