I will admit a selfish desire. I totally want for her to think, " I betta give up the pussy. Cuz he will definitely fuck somebody else if I don't!" Urges. I don't really need it for the psychological advantage. There is no relationship warfare going on here ... there is no relationship, currently. Just a relationship. Everything and nothing occupying the same space.
Words running together, no stanzas. Ideas run together, no filters. A constant fight against paranoia.
The Internet is the new mob of Rome. You can only appease it, never resist. You may find yourself lost in the savage cyber realm. The Internet as Succubus. Not the band, but the bandwidth. It will leave you lost in the foggy marsh. Alone. The World Wide Web wants to snare you. A joist in the mirror.
It can even influence your yearning for human contact. Jesus can save your soul, but nothing can keep Rome from your flesh, Unto Caesar what is Caesar's. Unto the man his own desires, pray they don't consume him. The consumption already has his mind. Consumed, consuming, consumes ... In the dark he conspires to consume flesh. Skin.
The sound of skin smacking skin. Sweat burning eyes, lungs lacking air. Hearts pounding, racing. From love? Quite the opposite, hearts pump, pulse and throb because of ... reasons. Self intended reasons.
These reasons often find no rhyme to them, often compensating by adding more rhythm. The mind is able to move and flow just fine, albeit it isn't getting to it's goals. Rhyme gives rhythm reason. Rhythm is the act of living. And Reasons are why the struggle continues.
Beam breaks the thick haze. Inspiration can always be found. More than keystrokes. More than shared videos. More than what is done or said in the DM. A person, a heartbeat, a love. Beloved,
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