cacophony of the mind (nsfw)
- January 03, 2019
- alterEgo
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Poetic and enlightening comment. Thanks.
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Love is indeed complicated;
and yet so simple that a child may discern it.
Love is no fairy tail. . . but it may feel like a teary fail at times.
Some fairies have tails, others tell tales unfairly.
[feeling the trickle of you slowly seep from me.]
It seems he sowed sleepily before his seed seeped slowly. . .
But as the Psalmist said:
"He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."
(Psalm 126 KJV)
Therefore, be greatly encouraged.
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Endless refreshments of words.
Its seems that the idle key of my keyboard constantly resfreshes the page. Erasing what ever train of poetic thought I had. How irritable. But not as irritable as I am. I am who is to become a bride. But undesirable to my darling. He has grown tired of me, unattracted to my body, but remains attracted to my mind and mannerisms. This love is complicated. Love is no fairy tail. When he takes me, I am but a vessel to his unsatiated lust. His phone aids him to maintain his vigour. I feel I am disgusting to my darling. His browses idly through his phone for new and more attractive women. Is it pain I feel? Is it jealously? Am I the docile becoming of a domestic wife. Only so eager to please her husband. I worry of our fate. I do not claim that he does not love me. He loves me wholeheartedly. But his lust, his alter ego, finds me repulsive. I lay there as a moaning heap before you as you climax. Bent over me panting, as you regain your senses. Returning to the sensible darling that I love, and adore, and agreed to marry.
You kiss my forehead affectionately. I wrap my sweaty paws around you as a motion of affection. I am at your disposal.
"Are you okay" you ask.
"I am fine" I say, feeling the trickle of you slowly seep from me.