Tonight my bedroom window is slightly open, the quiet lets me hear only the trees rustling in the blackness. I can feel the cold wind on my face through the crack in my window dragging its bone chilling pleasure lightly across my neck ripping me wide open. And as i gaze up on my knees into this windy night, i close my eye slowly, as he gives me this seething gift of his hissed chill. Down through my shoulders dripping inside to the very tips of my frozen fingers. It is times like these I become filled with fire, filled with the hopes i cherish, my private thoughts, the moons lit blue life that twinkles, taunting me, begging me to succumb, the glow, the dance and the play of the restless leafs, giving peace. Buried deep are the dreams i keep, their daggers lacerate, the marks permeant my soul. I weep, in silence. Nights like tonight are the finest, the loneliest and the most beautiful i have ever know. Nights like tonight teach me something new each time, these nights are what keep me held here, steady. In control, gracious and willing. For whatever may come to be around that hidden bend of life i am eager to know and i will not resist. Submissiveness, mine alone
Posted on: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 23:37:46 +0000
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