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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Cleanse me

As I enter the water, I can feel my body change.
I become what I am, what I was born to be.
I'm more than at peace with the universe when I feel the warmth against my skin. I can hear nothing but soothing waves crashing upon me, making love to my new coat of pink flesh. It massages the surface of the beach, and the sand cradles me so gently. She could never hurt me, she could never abandon me. I'm finally home. I'm finally invulnerable, in a dwelling that could never be shaken.
As I feel the damp breeze shuffle the leaves in the trees, my eyes begin to turn. I feel the venom taking me in slowly, though I hardly feel the pain. She kisses my throat with lips that feel like velvet rose. Pink and creamy, moist and supple. I can hardly imagine what it's like to be in chains. The freedom I have could never be stolen. It could never evaporate and leave my grasp. The water repairs me, when I'm crushed and mangled she can mend me back to who I was before. No illness could withstand the affection she delivers. It nothing short of a delusion, but let me tell you, it's honest. It's authentic. It's real.

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