I’m not sure who wants it more. I know it’s mine because it responds to me as if
I’m in control. This feeling of
conquest, coupled with the anticipation of the return of someone I knew long
ago in an another life…I feel energized. I feel…full
of life. I feel…tensing in my back. Not anxiety; more so a beckoning
for release, as if shackles ripped the skin from dessert dusted ankles as a
stumbling walk increases into a scramble for a much needed oasis. But there are no mirages here…just time,
space and opportunity to journey to one man’s land, prepared to allow another
to conquer…to rule…to meet the needs of a truth that has been starving for a
dose of an alternate reality.
I'm not sure who wants it more.
I know it’s his because it responds to him as if he is in control. This feeling of release, coupled with the anticipation
of the perfect one to accept my invitation…I feel energized. I feel…full of life. I feel…tensing in my thighs. Not anxiety, more so a yearning for release,
as if I’ve been held captive in a dessert, shackled by my ankles when he, my
oasis appeared and I find myself stumbling towards him with all my might. And this is no mirage…just time, space
and so much opportunity to explore this new world, to be conquered; then join
the conqueror …to rule alongside him, as he meets the needs of the truth that I’ve
been starving for…a dose of an alternate reality.
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