Desire

In heat. Your scent is an aphrodisiac that entices my blood to rush in one direction. A single image of you is enough to throw me into a fit that only a deprived drug addict can relate to. I crave. The concept of modesty no longer applies when you are around me.
I want to explore your being with my tongue.
I want to tease your neck with my teeth.
Dont ask me to lay down on the bed, or to transition into another position. Force yourself on to me like a lion does its pray. Control my being in any manner you want, for right now, I am your means of pleasure. I am your sex slave. I am your gateway to a realm that is located thirty miles north of pain, and 10 miles south of pleasure.
In return for this sacrifice I ask of you to simply engulf my body and make me come again, and again.
People wonder who it is that makes me feel the way I'm feeling as I tell you this tale. I say nothing. For you are my secret.
Only I shall know the map to my treasures.
Only I may have a taste of the forbidden fruit the world has misinterpreted time and time again.
Seduce me, I ask of you, today, tonight, from dusk till dawn.

Room 146

Sitting upright on a hotel bed adorned with 6 pillows of which only 2 are used on average, I find it impossible to digress from the thought of you. Yes, ladies and gentlemen and those who do not associate with the latter two categories, I am in love.

Love... ask yourself what love means to you. Take a moment, lift your eyes from the screen that is most probably set on a brightness level that suits your comfortable lifestyle, and think about the definition of love. How was the setting? too bright ? too dim ? or as Goldilocks puts it, just right. Because to me, the love I feel right now is in a constant state of fluctuation. And I think it is perfect. Too boring of a world it would be if I could order love online, based on a survey that made a thorough analysis of my personality to match Mr.bigcockheart23, and wake up every morning knowing exactly what to expect. Don't get me wrong, predicting the future sounds quite fun. But I would choose a different kind of love any day. The kind of love that cannot be foreseen. The kind of love I feel right now.

Yes, I am alone in a hotel room surrounded by 6 pillows,

Yes, tonight I shall break the average use of 2 pillows, by placing 3 behind my body to resemble yours.

Yes, we are no longer together as lovers because you slipped and fucked up, and though forgiven not forgotten, I won't take you back.

I am still so madly in love with you. My heart is openly bleeding like the latest scene on True Blood, and I feel fantastic.

And as I start to slowly sink lower into the white sheets that smell like a dollar bill in room 146, I let my vulnerability resulting from the thought of you cradle me to sleep.

goodnight.