Each one of us has their own insecurities and fears
Loneliness that we face in a crowded place
Can create devastating illusions,
Those subjective and all too personal
Inner spaces that we live in.
Illusion of love is a dangerous one,
Being in love with love,
It’s not the fairest game of them all.
Sometimes desire for a simple human touch
Can lead into an imaginative inner world,
Beautiful, safe world,
And snapping out of it
Is a challenge to be faced.
Living in that private space
Is warm and comfortable enough,
Not to face inner battles.
But you should know,
Sharing and creating a brave new world,
Is more than lucrative.
So… enough already.
With all this need
And all that desperate greed,
I know you love me,
Give me some space to breathe.
Willing shivering body under your warmth,
Tongue on your balls and my nose deep in your crotch.
My moans and groans
Should be enough,
For you to realize that I am yours.
Stop with the dramatic late night talks,
I am giving and sharing
As much as I can.
Even more, just to reassure you
And make you see that I am all right.
Relax and breathe,
We will be fine,
Just cherish your own life more than,
...you know, mine.
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com
with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.