Mesmerizing, calling to me and in an instant I am yours. Belonging to you in every sense…the constituents of my being, every fiber, handed over to you. What for? For the blissful tranquility that engulfs me in your presence. The solitude of oneness with another. The happy tension that bursts within the self. Your gaze…it is my master.
In my previous ignorance, I had known a calm that was merely nothingness. This roaring serenity is one that excites and soothes, titillates and appeases the very discomfort of existence. A duality that is the most satisfying elixir to have ever touched my lips. And yet…and yet I am so very hungry.
That aromatic lure is too overpowering, too much in every aspect…this necessary ingredient…so irresistible. Command my very mood, dance with my understanding, and bend the very structure of reality and reason in a most fascinating performance. Logic suggests it cannot be duplicated – but you prove me wrong time and time again.
It is on this very subject that I wish to be wrong about. So mistaken, so that I may glide with the wings you have given me, the elation of actuality. An indecent and regal proposal. A secret to proclaim. A story to tell until the end of time. The gentle and everlasting influence of a rose.
