Freedom Within

Searing hot visions scorch my soul as I toss and turn in my bed, dreaming of his arms enveloping me, his love pouring over my wounded psyche… healing me, and yet inflicting further damage to my body and my mind.

I feel his hands ravaging my body, the rain of his essence pouring over me, soaking me to the core, and yet the insatiable thirst I have for him remains.

His fingers tenderly nurturing my flesh, as his lips brutalize me with unfathomable intensity.

I want him.

Burning, burning… my soul ablaze with an inextinguishable passion singeing every avenue of escape.
I surrender myself to him unconditionally.

Dreaming of his total consummation of my being, and unable to subdue my desire,
I wept for him.

Now I must wait for him.
And he will return, finding freedom within me.


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