Lose yourself

I want to know the great heights of passion and how far down it can bring you. Not into a desolate state but into the dark recesses that most fear, and cool off instead of traveling the forbidden roads. I want to feel the flames and be consumed by their touches. Bend and writhe to its will. desire denied, consumes.

I want to feel all that can be inspired by it, the heat between two lovers in all its glorious stages the despair, desperation, the fire that ignites with only the small spark to start it, a kiss so deadly it will suck the life out of you, but something instead pours a new life in to you. Losing yourself in the movements; the primal needs to be touched, wanted , longed after, and sought after. Not this cheap fabrication that has been displayed between couples but the plights that forge the strength and steel into one another, not the damsel in distress but the strength to take what she wants, when she wants, how she wants and giving in to the sweet surrender and oblivion that awaits her from her plunge. The man that fights, longs, PINES, and quenches that thirst, that affliction that love has created with that one spark.

What good is life if we cannot experience all that has been described? Searching the earth for new sensations. Two bodies dancing in perfect sync with one another and the needs of their desires. Lose yourself in those flames. Touch what is feared and revel in the pleasure it brings for soon it will turn to poison. It will take what life you have and leave you with the memories. Lose yourself in them, for the fire of those treasured memories will warm you on the cold nights alone and dreaming of the flames embrace.