"You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you"
There lurks a serpant within my soul, attemting to dissolve every passionate cell I have left...thrice I've loved the purest flesh that once melted into mine...but vanished...leaving me cold and empty...I thrive to keep my passion alive...the desire in my veins forces my body to ache...to tremble...I hold out my hand...palm open...for her to settle hers in mine...but I'm only reaching out to open air...and no matter what the time...my limb once pulsing and warm with passion is left cold...lifeless and limp...I must not fill myself with empty dreams...I must not desire for I will only be filled with disapppointment...what in this time and place suposses that I will keep faith? Is it my childish utopian idea of love? As I sit and day dream of her, I wonder if she's aware that she and everything she carries with her is what I call home...in my experiences and what I've seen, there's nothing that I can compare with a woman's love...First when I loved I was exposed to every part of a woman that is innocent and genuine...her presance offered comfort and her touch offered compassion, but her eyes offered...everything...second woman to love was nothing more than a mind fuck...more than learn what is so pure about a woman...i learned the power that a woman can have over a heart like mine...she had nothing to offer and everything to take...the third woman who I loved...I care not to discuss until the thoughts, desires, and yearning ceases....