I can see the raindrops pooling on the rooftop across the street. Hear the patter on the window, myriad patterns, multiple rivulets, quickly disappearing far below my feet. Cold, stormy, New York night. Somewhere, someplace, another angel bows her head and cries. Seven stories up, a companion, a bewildered mind. I'm alone, ruminating in the ashes as the ardour fizzles and gradually dies. Can't live with or without this woman. She can't live with just one man. I'm drifting through life in a state of bliss and perpetual pain. Killing her isn't the answer. But it's the only way to keep me from going totally and irrevocably insane. I can see her breathing. The naked, perfect breasts, moving rhythmically with every breath. A princess asleep. Resting comfortably in the arms of God and the bosom of death. Disheveled hair, long lashes, big brown eyes, tightly closed. Only my heart knows. With every fiber I want, need her, absolutely. From the top of my head, all the way to my toes. The Goddess. She smiles and my troubles mysteriously vanish. She speaks and inexplicably everything else sounds like gibberish. In her arms I find my crucible. Transformed. I become invincible. No fear. A caress, ever so gentle, rushes to my heart, like a thrust from a spear. I lose my soul, time after time, in the depths and innocence of her eyes. She tortures me daily, with the breadth, scope and sincerity of her lies. Close my eyes and she's on me again. Hot, wet, strong. My greatest lover, my best friend. Doing everything and nothing wrong. Flying me on golden wings up to heights I had scaled only in my wildest dreams. The auspicious passenger. Lost in the magic and her guttural screams. A cold block of passion, kindled and coaxed into a raging flame. Doused in a heartbeat as the witch utters yet another man's name. Can't live with or without this woman. She can't live with just one man. I'm drifting through life in a state of bliss and perpetual pain. Killing her isn't the answer. But it's the only way to keep me from going totally and irrevocably insane. Jasmine.Written for millenniumbitch.com Jasmine - Thanks for everything and nothing - Bitch! Copyright © 2001 Ahkenaton All rights reserved 10/06/01 |