It seems that the things most worth worshipping
Are the ones you can't touch.
And how I want to touch him......

Such a sweet feeling.
Such a warm light on my darkness.

And I am so dark.

My soul was overridden with a depression
And I rode high on its crest
Living a world of Hell.

Whenever I think of it.
Smooth skin.
Porcelain affection...
Dark visage.......

Could he feel the same?
I mean, could he understand what his touch means?
What a simple brush of his fingers could cause?

Such an effect to surround me in such an aura
Of everything I had cast aside as love, lust.
Even desire.

I stand on my balcony.
Diamonds scattered among such royal blue velvet.
Purity.

It seems the stars shine brighter tonight.
It seems they positively radiate with warmth.
Even I understand them.

Could that one, over toward the ocean, be my lucky star?
Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight.....
How can you shine so bright?

But he has also awakened other parts of me.
Such evil things that I never knew were within this heart.
Not truly evil, but not exactly angelic.

He provoked my primal desires.
He awakened my feral passions.
And he is a drug.

And he won't stop until he brings me down with him,
Into this insane enigma,
The fates are against me.

But can I really protest his affections?
Can I refuse his love?
No, of course I can't.

Not anymore.
All he has to do is look at me.
And I am already gone.

I softly walk back to the bed, our bed, actually.
He lies awake, predatory eyes looking me over.
His eyes follow me until I slide under the covers.

"I thought you were in a trance over there." He smiles, green eyes radiating pure...RAW sexuality.

I WISH...
I wish he could understand these feelings.....

Today has been HELL on my nerves...as it always is....
A day in that flat, alone with him.
His fingers strum magic.
And weave my dreams.

It seems I've felt this way forever....this beautifully pure and deliciously frightening desire.
It seems I've always loved him before I knew the meaning of the word.
It seems.....that....ahh...

SHIT. What am I thinking....he could never understand....could he....?

And I am coaxed back to my own false....BRUTAL reality.

"Yeah, well........." I reply, forcing such delicious thoughts of him away.
Turning over on my side. He won't allow that.

He turns me over, gently, warm hands stroking fires inside.
"Ahhh......you don't want to look at me, little love..?" and his hands curl around my upper arm.
Turning me to him.

I freeze.

And I look at him. Dark lines and bright curves.
Shadows dancing, reflecting off the glass panes.
Making his skin liquify under the covers.

Compact colours drowning under the god's skin
His eyes dancing with delight as my blockade of pride
Emaciates into nothing more than a weak moan.

Such an unrealized, cool fire.
Just like liquid heat growing deep down.
So hot, it never dies.

Thin lips smothering mine.
Slender hips shifting under the covers
To touch mine.

To tease me into submission.

"Then touch me.........if you're not too scared to do that....."
And that laugh....the seldomly heard Daniel....
Seducing me....in the sweetest for of spiritual elevation I've ever experienced.

But only succeeds in drawing my hands toward him.
Opening an opportunity for his smile to fade
Into a deep, blushing, justified need.

What have I gotten myself into?
My body reacts with a strange chemistry
Creating a pang of want.

What does he want from me?
Is he planning only to humiliate me?
Make me want him blindly

And let me loose?

No. I look in those emerald, kaleidoscope eyes,
That burst with a thousand colours, a thousand fantasies.
So many words in his eyes.

His body shivers into my touches.
Ah, so I affect him as well!
My hands, like two travelers, map out his chest.

I feel his heartbeat, so strong.
His skin is warm and smooth,
Smoothness only broken by two hard buds of coffee coloured flesh.

The terrain that is his stomach....
Covered with subtle lumps of muscle.
His eyes closed as I risk going farther.

My finger dips in his navel, touching the small patch of
Dusky blonde hair adorning his lower abdomen.
His head falls back against the pillow
His brows furrowed with pleasure.

I wonder if he feels the weight of my stare,
My eyes go bottomless as I find what he has been
Hiding underneath the blankets.

I have done this to him.
I smile at the amount of control I have over his desires.
He feels defeated.

His eyes open, his expectations of relief thwarted.

He rolls over to cover me, hands finding my hips
Squeezing in a silent plea.
He's a God.

Tossing and turning, shadows dancing against the wall
A promise of faith, a declaration of love.
And the bittersweet aftermath.

Two bodies nestled into each other, under the blankets
And a veil of perspiration.
The scent of this devilishly angelic man mixed with the remnants of our lovemaking.

Mmmm.....positively intoxicating.

He sleeps, my lover at rest.
His light breathing arouses me as images of him thrashing above me just hours ago surface.
Images of him pumping desperately into my lithe body.

I can almost feel his hands on my belly.
And I feel like crying out.
But I must remain silent and enjoy this peace that we both deserve.

Time stands still around us, wrapping us in a cocoon of eternal bliss.
The Pandora's Box was opened.
But...........the result wasn't all that bad........*grin*