My sweet, attaching importance to success over & above defeat,
so apt is the expression, that never the twains shall meet.
My attraction & desire for your name
is like that of a moth to the flame,
knowing in serendipity, precariously, that if I move to close, curiously,
I could get terminally scorched without any further ado,
yet I'm hopelessly overcome by my attraction for you,
as I find your sustained, inherent sensuality
irresistibe & provocative, ultimately,
feeling absolutely cautious, yet impusively,
spectacularly fascinated by your strong virility,
at the very same time wanting,
yet, in incarnation, objectively fearing,
a subjective response from you being
scared of the very thing I want much, knowing
while love undeniably experiencing
full well that I would then completely
succumb, should you feel burning desire for me,
simultaneously being preoccupied in apprehension
of your interest, as much as your rejection,
wondering if I see you if you'd want me,
or you don't, both which would worry me
as I'm wary & resistant to closeness
as much as in solitary existence experience loneliness,
though imperatively cherishing deserving
solitude, experiencing ambivalent feelings in conflicting
undefined imminent morality
& unresolved physical sexuality,
often well intentioned would,
but more so often misunderstood
in issues evading
in non-conformance pervading,
my simple, yet complicated whole
like I'm a square peg in a round hole,
loving to betrothe charm in trepadation
awaiting in omission & remission of your ejaculation,
a misfit, with stormy currents of emotion & penitence
pervading below the my seemingly placid appearance
in disagreement of innocence
& desires unbridled in deliberance.
Wow, with regards to sex, so exciting,
what if I was intentionally inviting?
Should I try & entice you?
Would you perhaps unintentionally come too?
With my pussy roaring like a lion & thunder, sighting
a passionate current strike like lightning,
the exhileration is so electrifying that it may cause a storm from earth to erupt
from your penis, right to Venus, abrupt.
I want you, yet don't want you,
but you have me wet before I reach the loo.
I wish for you to be my lover,
but am scared of being hurt emotionally & cover;
I'm as imperfect as the world we live in, yet your energy
& innate inner strenght has a profound impact on me.
Nobody understands me, I am the eternal child,
but unloved & dejected, though mild,
talented, yet a dismal failure, not authorative,
unwittingly contributing to my own demise, wanting to be assertive,
yet unable to relate to another,
hoping in you I found a kindred spirit to discover,
fantasising about the pleasure of creating a child with you,
although knowing in reality it's only a dream not come true;
I'm trying to explain to you the feelings emerging from my soul,
seeking for my other half that would ultimately make me whole,
knowing only true love would heal my wounds in being apart,
but unable to find the sweet angel I seek to heal my broken heart.
As every pot has its lid, I'm afraid I don't, as then I may boil over,
looking past the obvious, seeking greater meaning in life to discover,
not being accepted in my wishes,
as much as I'm unaccepting of many issues,
seeking spirituality, in contemplation,
yet inadvertently succumbing to temptation,
an insignificant drop in the ocean,
an impertinent nobody with vision,
an infant in finesse & slumber,
yet that zero on a contract when added after a number
could multiply the value thereof tenfold,
similarly I could add value untold,
but am unhappy & modest though
having capacity for greatness, behold & lo,
used, then convenienty cast aside,
living, yet not having a place to stride,
in incongruous non-conformity
assigned to iniquity of inferiority.
In entramorphic expression
comparing human traits of peacefulness & aggression,
imperatively emphasizing misconception
& relying eventually on redemption,
lacking sufficient security
& constantly eluded by prosperity,
not considering what should favour priority,
continually opposed with difficulty.
I'd be scared to meet you in reality,
as you may visualise me differently
from what if I am & what I say
& you may disappointment convey,
or you may be different from how I visualise you
& I may possibly be disappointed too,
either way I just dream of you,
wishing without doing, without any further ado.
Thus I suppose to avoid such atrocity
I can't touch you to evade catastrophy,
although in reality such masterful relation
could be wistfully difficult to sustain.
The thought, though incomprehensible, appeals to me,
but some stones are better left unturned, you see.
I sincerely hope you don't mind me
expressing my opinions & resolutions so elaborately.
Furthermore in this revolving world of evolving calamity,
nobody truely understands resolving me
& I doubt if anyone ever will, knowing strife
& confess to never having been a wife.
Yet transformation's possible inasmuch as change is rife:
I don't know if I'll ever find someone to complete this jigsaw of my life,
as I relentlessly turn down wrong paths in wanders nocturnal,
wondering at maze of intelligence opposed with dejection of ephemereal.
With some of my love, regardless of circumstances, cordially coming from notoriot:
Fancy a cordial invitation to a wild ride in my chariot?
I remain, in sexuality, sensuality & spirituality, yours sincerely
albeit responsibly & discerningly, with affection accordingly.
