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I don’t think I ever was an obsession for you, a raw desire than needed to be gratified, you did not seek to capture, conquer, tame. I am not the memory that is triggered by the sight of the white moon rising over the darkened forest, the scent of the night you inhale and need to own. You do not see the dancing spirits of my soul as they swirl in coloured streaks before your eyes, and although I’ll never doubt your full possession of my body, you do not see in me. It is easy to enslave the flesh, but he who enslaves the soul, is the one who owns you.
Wow ! Insightful.
ReplyDeleteYour writing has become sexier and sexier! You always steer things deep inside my psyche but lately it does something new and invigorating!
ReplyDeleteAs for your comment... I love you too. I can't tell you how much it meant to me.The sweetness of your words gave me a big smile and then I accidentally erased it and almost cried! Nevertheless, thank you so much my sweet and dear friend!
The body houses the soul ..we have the ability to set our souls free even if the body is in bondage.
ReplyDeleteWOW! You outdid yourself with this one, Shadow. Love it.
ReplyDeleteWhoa.
ReplyDeleteI have had my own obsessions, fulfilling all desires to possess for those hours of fierce combat sex. Ahh satisfying to fight satisfaction from my lover, force their pleasure to release its prisoner long held captive. Oh how easy though it was once my thirst was slaked to let go, to not place my tag or leg band on passion. No I never wanted to own your soul only to slowly obsess over it, draw it onto my own a temporary tattoo.
ReplyDeleteThere is always two ways to interpret your passages. How clever you are. It made me think of when I wished the person I was with really knew me or even was instested. On the other hand being possessed can be thrilling and exhausting and it never last but for a while nobody cares.
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