its night out side. the silence that comes along with the dark suffocates the city.
covers it all with its thick black nothingness, same thing in the air that makes me happy when i walk alone at night.
gives me the feeling that im the only person on the face of the planet.
contradicting the empty sound of the small, so late its early, hours my room is humming, filled with sighs no one could hear. not even me.
For every time i sat alone to watch the sky turn blue and white with the sun rising, every time i watched life pass outside and let none get to the inside. the closed habitat of me serves as a senctuary at times, my four walls of privacy.
keeping me in from the rushing of days, dawning, burning, dying and night.
But this night im not alone, i have invited another to stay with me, let another stand in the eye of the storm.
A presence of something astranged in my bed is the sort of thing to keep me uneasy, alert.
i put my face to his chest and inhale deeply. within a second, like a heat wave my mind is over whelmed by the smell.
100 % pure male. the alpha type. the kind of smell you just succumb to.
his hand in my hair and i smile to myself, almost purring. taking his time, moving ever so slowly up and into my head.
like any other pleasure junkie i let myself sink into the moment. numb and blind to anything else.
Each and every cell anxious for the next stroke as you settle between my legs.
my breath is heavy and i shiver to the thought of what awaits me in your mind,
i look at eyes blackened by lust, skin moist from passion, as you hold my hands so close it hurts to move.
until i cant move at all, just obey to the will you enforce on me.
I move beneath you, streching my hands over my head and my legs across your back.
Even locked you manage to undress me, not asking and not waiting for no biblical sign.
as we kiss, i exist only in that sphere. you raise a leg of mine and lean closer to keep my eyes open and my mouth busy.
i hate you for making me feel this good, but never quite be there at the same time.
you know its me you ar touching and yet you never look, never showing a hint of recognition between us.
detached and remote, inside your own shielding world, whispering but not for me to hear. merely using me as the current attendant.
How cold your world must be, how cold and empty, as you embrace me till i loose my breath.
like you were deprived all contact befor i came along. feeding off my wormth every time we connect. every time we lay togethere on my bed.
that need, deep and demanding, exsits in me as well. the need to taste it all, devour the others body.
i get the rush when you get in me. starting low and moving up my spine. increasing as you change the rythem and every move is paralyzing.
i hate you for making me feel this good, but never wonder to ask.
yes i like it. yes i would like to have you again. and again. yes i do need this. yes i do need you.
and somehow you remain oblivious , so imencely far away.
so tell me, begging on my knees, what to do so you would see me?
