I see the fire, its hot. Hotness undefined, radiant with danger. I see the fire, untamed. Defiant with urge and passion. I see the fire, honestly raw. Tempting with spark and flare.
It gives warning, suggesting severe caution. I take a step. Stepping, a process of movement. Movement towards the fire. A movement with guesstimation of a certain probable future ending. A Leary stride advancing towards desire and peril. I took a step.
pleasure and pain, a pair too often joined at the hip. They get off on threesomes. When rubbed together, they create tiny embers. I am the oxygen. I fuel the fire. Pleasure and pain have been my partner for a while.
Scorched, burned and charred I've been. Yet I return to the fire. A different fire, but the same nonetheless. Same danger, same result. You play with fire and fire plays with you. It consumes you and tosses you to the side in a useless state. Fire... I attract it and it me.
I'm still yet walking towards the fire...
It gives warning, suggesting severe caution. I take a step. Stepping, a process of movement. Movement towards the fire. A movement with guesstimation of a certain probable future ending. A Leary stride advancing towards desire and peril. I took a step.
pleasure and pain, a pair too often joined at the hip. They get off on threesomes. When rubbed together, they create tiny embers. I am the oxygen. I fuel the fire. Pleasure and pain have been my partner for a while.
Scorched, burned and charred I've been. Yet I return to the fire. A different fire, but the same nonetheless. Same danger, same result. You play with fire and fire plays with you. It consumes you and tosses you to the side in a useless state. Fire... I attract it and it me.
I'm still yet walking towards the fire...
Just Keep Wondering...
1 thoughts:
Like a moth to a flame.
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