westid

she burns like fire, eyes like parentheses – they encompass everything. sometimes when someone is that feminine, you don’t know what to look for but all over her is venus. come here … my expression just goes deadpan, and zombified by her command i go out and i walk. all of a sudden she beckons and i want to come closer. it doesn’t matter if i’m asleep or awake anymore, she speaks to my instincts and plays with my hair like a musical instrument. that gentle touch where it lights up your whole body and makes you shiver. i don’t know what you want but the answer is yes. you were the kind of woman i was designed to serve. everything that she is makes my thoughts start to think in her voice. i don’t always need to understand your intentions but yes i obey. yes when i saw you yesterday. yes where are you today? yes. i don’t know what you want but the answer is yes. you make all of my feelings pour into you so i can feel you becoming, becoming … what will i become? i don’t know but i want it to happen. i want you to take me, and give me to yourself. i don’t think i would have a say in the matter. i watch her walk and surreal slowly in motion her steps, the choreography of the way they move and so pink, my head’s spinning, what was i doing before you appeared before me? if she doesn’t need me to remember then i won’t. i don’t. she makes me forget that there is anything else. why would i even want to know that there is? rainforest of emotion in her belly, it’s saying “kiss me” and i want to go even closer and get on my knees, and kiss her there while she holds my head gently. “that’s it, doesn’t that feel better? good. you will become addicted to me. the more you surrender, the more i will become the reason you exist. do you want that? then come here.”

yes maybe i would be scared, but as i hold onto her she will play my mind like the harp. she will find the strings and tie them to her waist. i will kiss her body, because somehow i just know that i’ve found the very centre of the whole universe – glowing inside of her – glowing in her eyes. she looks down on me, and everything she needs starts to become every urge and impulse that i have

everything becomes so perfect, so beautiful is life when i come closer. why would i waste a second? how did i ever? it’s not that i want to be manipulated or abused; well manipulated maybe, but i think women are better, and when i know my place everything makes sense. so it could become commanding very fast, maybe she is sensitive. maybe i am sensitive to her, and if her feelings mean nothing to mine then what is the point of love? there’s no point being a man when you’re on your own. all the men i have looked up to in my life are very self destructive, but it never defined any of them. what did so was that they were selfless. and if my heart is locked and she wears the key to it on her ankle, then i will always be able to open it when i’m on my knees at her feet. where else would there be in the world? i would always be pre-occupied and if i fell in love with her then that’s everything i want my life to be about

maybe i want peace, and maybe that’s where i would find it. when you have that feeling, there is nothing else in the world. in fact the world itself is the beauty of her. even though i don’t always come across that i see that, lately i am thinking about it a lot. “come here to me,” i see it in my dreams. i walk through the darkness and she is doing something like glowing magick in her hands, a love spell that she weaves with her thoughts. i try to resist but the more that i do, the better it feels when the thought occurs to give in to her, and find out just what she wants from me – because when i come closer … she might want me to stay. i might not be able to walk away. at night, i have these weird dreams about her. she wanders through my mind at night and walks that way. i become completely enchanted, it makes me wonder during the day.