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You touch me (long rave)

Posted by Susan47 on June 29, 2005, at 22:26:07

In reply to I sit here, posted by Susan47 on January 29, 2005, at 22:29:17

the soft pads of your fingertips .. they're slightly translucent, I can see inside your skin, there, where tissue meets skin, the darker tones, then the light, then the fingerprints, the shape of you, what is yours alone ... like all of you, so loved, so desired, so completely and wholly taken in by me, my eyes, if you could see them, would transfix any man, oh yes ... and the pads of your fingertips trace a loving pattern, leisurely savouring, memory sharing ...
oh Susan, oh my oh my you have it badm darling. Darling, darling girl. Who will love you this way? No one. No one ever will.
She stands alone, she always has. There's something about her, something no one will ever accept enough to love her, never. Eventually everyone leaves. Those who say they love you do so only very selfishly. No one understands the concept of giving in to joy, of enjoyment. En-joy, in joy. In joy, that's where I was born, I remember that. Do you remember that moment of joy at your birth? Has it ever come back to you? It's incredible, the joy is overwhelming, in spite of the misery of the living that comes afterward, the joy in your birth was tremendous. It's the joy that loving this man has brought you, you have that same joy, thinking, pretending, imagining that he loves you back, and that one day moments such as the imagined ones will actually come true. You'll cling to this hope for a long time, and you learn to keep it to yourself, because no one can listen to this without thinking there's something seriously wrong with you, something immature in you never did grow up, maybe, other people think it's pathetic, and they don't understand and never will, that it's not that at all. It's lovely. It gives you hope. It gives you pause to consider that which is worth loving in all people; yes there is an element of sadness, and grief to it, a huge element ... but somehow, you idiot you, in the end, you'll realize it might have been meant to be that way, no matter what some things are just meant to cause pain and spiritual suffering, there's no other way to say it is there?


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