Placing the mask of happiness, the hat of personality, and the cape of sure footedness, to cover my eyes, my loss. Could it be that tis the temptation of thyne appetite, controlling thy thoughts with the irresistible crispiness and fresh hot potato taste. 102 without love. Beautiful as dancers gliding over each other liketers on the ice. Their fingers hooked inside each other, connected, becoming as one.
Physical passion grows like fire in their hearts, controlling their moves.
They do not mistake the lover as the gift of their pleasure. Moving in strides as to not burn out before the end of the race, as great runners, they are alone on the road, acknowledging the cold, the wind, the fit of the shoes along the bottoms of their feet, the sun slipping behind the tree s, the birds singing within the leaves, their overall cardiovascular health just factors, like the person in the bed not loved, just manipulated for the good of one, for the sake of pleasure without the commitment of commitment. MHewston 104-012490 Conflict from within a mind applies only to the unconsciousness psyche without the reality of the populations surrounding. Projections of thoughts are directed outward no matter how hard one try s to forget them. Where is the truth in this thought, hidden in the heart, or the mind.