Don't let go.Yellow daisies. They were always my favorite.On the ground they lay, petals strewn about.Unkempt. That was how I loved your hair.'round they fly, as the wind whipped the strands.Even the sea can be glimpsed from up here.Kiss me softly.Ignite that passion within; the beast.Look at me with your fiery eyes. I am yours.Lost in boundless ecstasy, we tumble downward.Intoxicated by lust.Numbed by passion.Guiltless love. Was that it?Momentarily, all is forgotten.Even what awaits us below.
always.There are times whensuch disturbing thoughtsmake their way across myweary sleep deprived mind.Such thoughts that beckonme to stop fighting against mydesire to surrender and allowmyself to slowly succumb to It.It is and It would be nice. Thateternal sleep that awaits theend of my journey-- slipped intobefore the fates dictate that I may.But, I am halted before Iam able to further ponder It.I realize that this vessel is not mine.No. Not mine alone, for it belongs tomy family, my friends, acquaintances.My vessel was never mine at the start.It would be utter selfishness were Ito be tempted by the Siren that feedsme those disturbing thoughts and playpuppet to her deathly saccharine words.My life belongs to you all;by nature and by choice.
felt.The pain of it against this skin,whipped raw by hands of wind,means nothing if I can not feel.This bitter cold cannot compareto the bitterness of your lips. Orso it is, were I still able to taste.I lie with my eyes open, here.It won't be long 'fore this vilepoison extinguishes this flame.Your love baffles me sometimes. . .