The Illustrious curvaceous Glendora waltzed in the room stoic in poise but resource-full in logical flatter. But yet, I saw it differently. Not a glimmer of some misplaced hope of mine, but a very clear and vivid beauty, through and through. Never fearing to pay mind to the human side of endeavors. She walked gracefully as a proud confident woman. Walking as though time itself would pause and kneel at her feet. She was bewildering to me. Such a raw sort of passion boiling over in the deepest parts of her fearless being. Regimented in a way that she imprisoned her self in her own world. Leading her to have but one fear; letting go. But her passion so rages as though a symphony of phsycadellic ballad rock were conducting its fire. Bleeding through at every moment longing to be free, but never the less. The moment passes.
Who was this bewilderment, drawing me in like a dark affair. Beautiful because she chose to be, which always proves to be a powerful woman. Luring me in with her sweet caress of words, talking of life and all its beauty. I felt as though I could be the one to free her of her lonely demise. Be free of the fear. I was her strong hold because she made me her strong hold. All along I feel entranced in to an abysmal eclipse of a beautiful fantasy. Me pushing her, her pushing me. Both making each other better in a mad sort of way. Which, only fueled the fiery passion of inviting indulgence. But, never to avail. Which only fueled my desires well-nigh near out of control. Of course I was the better man. Never doubt me again.
Echm…,It was raining that night. As dusk settled in, attention was brought to the empty fire pit.
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