| My Friend I held your form against my breast and you whispered as if in a trance, "How sweet your voice sings of love and your heart bears the warmth of your fire. With you close to me I shall forever endure and sacrifice shall not falter." But, I was not consoled by mere words unpromising and dancing off your tongue. For I know another spirit resides with the midst of your heart and I shall not share thy abode with thee. I am a woman of power and strength. And within this cold world of reason and rules my warmth brushes against the brow with a kiss and I weave a magical dream of flowers, romance and treasured love. I shall not share with another such as I. Look into my eyes and you shall see love of a good woman and my spirit shall reveal softness, support and calm pulse to be able to endure all things. I do not have time for games of the mind. I am here to shine until I perish. Until then, let me dance the fairy dance and mesmerize you and your faithful soul while we make motions felt and sweat and groaning into self-same cries while others wait in peril of unending hate. We shall taste and flourish in each other. You shall call yourself my slave from weakness. Not true, you are my love, my friend. |
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