As per usual, I will reply with an oppsoitional-defiant streak.
The tender and sweet words that bond me to your flesh
I desire your touch, your closeness, yet I can not find it within myself to resist the loathing for your subjugation
The clairvoyance of being what I have become, restless and complete as the realization of the delusions of flesh that consume my being
My soul, that which gives and takes, still a mirage that fulfills
Rejoicing and suffering in an endless dance of scorn and hope
A speck of light that overcomes all that shadows me
A shadow that delights in all that I compare to my lust and find unfulfilled, yet worthy
A moment's delight and an ethernity's thorn
A stalker I can dismiss, but never get myself rid off
-A Happy fool going by the monicker of VoV