11 April 2012
Your so beautiful. Your cold, seemingly untouched flesh; I love the way it feels when I stroke it gently. Smooth. Your so obedient. Your cold, calculating mind; I love the way it feels inside me. Perfect.
Of-course, you will never leave me; you can't leave me, your bound by the metaphorical chains wrapped helplesly around your fragile frame. Don't leave me. Please.
Your so beautiful. You're dead; shoulders rest kindly back. Relaxing. Your so intelligent. Your lively core, it told me once; a secret. Mysterious.
Improbably, you'll create a world for us; deserted, somewhere up high. Dont leave me. Please.
Your so beautiful. Your complex components; deteriating. I love the way your still alive. Your so insane. Your beautiful, obedient, intelligent. You want me gone.
But i'm still here aging; caressing you as you continue to exist; smoothly, perfectly, relaxingly, mysteriously, And I never forgot you, Caroline.
Technical Love • Opuss № I