The only time I fell in love with a girl. Only time I want to feel a girl.
Her intoxication suffocates me but I don't die. I inflame. I become those tender curved lines I see as I release the fragrance, the fragrance I never want to forget.
Colour I see in this old grey world.
Wait. Maybe you don't understand...she's a lover. Touching all my senses, opening them, she moves in slowly causing Goosebumps in places I want to see.
She would have me anywhere but best preferred in my presence alone. She enthusiastically turns my abstract thoughts into clarified visions. I'm never reluctant. Who would be?
This passion. Sex to mind. Body to my sex.
She's power.
I'm in control. Her power instilled in me. Bulletproof makes no sense in this ritual.
If I was privileged to find such a nature given fruit, nature must be insanely gorgeous.
