25 April 2012
At the end of the road you stand. Certain of where your going, and sure of how you are going to get there.
A rhythm travels down the road, loud and strong-your heartbeat; echoing. Playing to me as if I were stood right behind you- your body being embraced in my arms.
My vision failing me to meet the ends of the long road separating us. Failing me to see the detailed structure of your body. That utterly complexed body crying for rapture.
Yet, still playing strong, your heartbeat reaches my ears and my body. Harmonising me. Protecting me. Gracefully devouring me inside.
As I close my eyes the long road separating us disappears. I'm right behind you- faithfully.
Losing my sense to see my sense to feel deepens. I can feel your body heat touching my skin tenderly and erotically. Allowing me to lose myself in your presence.
The long road suddenly prolongs and pain bewilders my chest, destroying everything. Fear builds up inside me as I fight to keep my sight unplugged.
The thought of opening my eyes to the distant, blurred vision that is being alienated by the long, cold, dark strip of tarmac, cripples me inside. Therefore prolonging the road.
The Road • Opuss № I