The Stranger

The power of words colliding with the soul. Pure infiltration. A bodily release of ecstasy. Two bodies joining as one. Thrust. breath. Relax. Thrust. Breath. Relax.

HarsH ReaLiTy

He writes with borrowed passion because he does not feel everything possible in life. He is only aware of what he knows and his knowledge is based on experience. It is not in his habit to pen grandiose statements upon topics he knows nothing about. I leave that to the fools. Their numbers outshine the stars.

Can I write a feeling so intense that you have no choice but to feel it? Will you taste my lips upon your own? As my hands tease their way down your spine will we share an opportunity or instead lose the moment to a trick of the mind?

I speak to your heart with an openness that I do not normally direct towards a human face. The heart never lies and yet the mouth is quick to. Silence your outlet of deception and instead open yourself to the possibility of a random union. Take my hand and…

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