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I await her approach, Time is standing still, Where is she, I wonder, As the night drifts towards me like a prowler with the uncertainty of whether I will feel her again, Though she does not know and I am not sure, I treasure her like a gem in the eye of the beholder, The diamond in the rock that has hundreds of years to form and bursts outward into my grasp so that I may embrace it within my heart and hold it there for eternity, Time still passes and I am comforted by the thought of her, As I dance in the rain and as the ocean crashes against my naked skin, In the quiet of the storm I feel her presence near me, With the touch of her mouth I feel her femininity embracing me & my masculinity engulfing me Consuming me, Taking control of me, All of me, When she nears the realm of my existence, I quiver, She is so innocent and gentle, I pierce through my coverings and stand in my naked flesh, Awaiting her next move and hoping for just a slight touch, One of which would last me for a lifetime, Just one would fulfill the emptiness I feel, Just one may damn me, But the comfort I need and want, she possesses, Nowhere to go but forward, But I am forced to turn away, What she possesses is too much, Too great, Too overwhelming, I cannot, But I must, I want to cry and shatter where I stand,
Desire, Passion, Lust, Need, Want, All Within the Stranger,
The Animal,
The Unknown,
The Comforter.