June 26, 2016
And it is dangerous, but it isn't fatal. What happened on the night above was the beginning of something I got to explore tonight. Almost sex. Abstinence and desire. Lust and longing. Caution and action. We were caught in the lull of almost. Sensual describes it best, and now I've figured out why it was so gratifying without gratification. It was irresistible, yet I resisted. Our energies couldn't resist the pull. Your fingertips made it make sense.
Had I gone against the universe? It's hard to say. I performed exactly as I should have.
Tonight. Sex. Everything to follow was written in the stars.
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How Autumn Came to be
PoetryI've never understood why the third season of the year gets to have two names. Fall and Autumn. Spring only gets one name, as do summer and winter. It's always been lost on me, what made fall so different. And then I met you. You are the reason the...
