I had a duty to provide. A duty to heal. A duty to kneel.
When a Dear Friend is in pain, 62 kilometers away I fin myself Sleepless in Tagaytay. ( I'll have what she's having lol)
Her sadness begits my major depressive disorder , her dishonor has me mount my trusty Steed and once again gallop and tilt at windmills.
Her loss of appetite, her muscle wasting, her anorexia, her anhedonia makes me do crazy things.
Like shop for feeding the entire barangay. Of Red Eco Bags bursting at the seams , as I struggle to hump my load to my tiny kitchen.
She's responsible. She carries the weight of Olympus upon her slender Atlas
She has a need , a want , a longing and I MUST care
Cheese is her thing. Mushrooms , Sausage , Garlic , Heavy Cream and Yolk of Eggs.
From scratch I prepare for HER Party , her gig, her private bonding of kin and girlish laughter . For I realize , I am not worthy to enter her hearth and home. A veritable worm am I.
Sleep eludes. Pain disappears. My Longing replaced with Culinary Art. Hedonistic I prepare.
With every chop, with every slice and dice, I honor her. My Queen. My Cleopatra . My Impossible Dream
The scent of Lavender, of Lemongrass and Cherry Blossom subsides and is replaced by Garlic and Pork and Beef.
For hours I toil , smiling anew , for I once Loved her , wishing she noticed and worshipped me too.
One sauce begits another Mother Sauce , from whisk to spoon , I am far from butterflies 🦋 cocoon .
At last it is done. If only I was , The One.
I pack and carry , wishing it was she I would Marry.
Weary now , I bathe carefully , fearfully , as I am terrorized in sleep
I drift off, carried away , dreaming of that magical day ....
Sleep caresses my soul , I twerk and speak , sad that I am way too meak. For she deigns not , to even peak.
Down I go, to that magic place , where I no longer race , for I know , my place.
In my sleep I feel her creep, into my bed , as always enveloping my head.
The Succubus so real , my erection of steel. Her sweet red lips, meet mine in passionate kiss. My breathing quickens , Succubus oh Succubus, kiss me again
Her magnificent breasts , rub softly on my chest. I've no want to rest
Her scent of Poison how I long to be her chosen.
My cock is in her now , wet , deep , tight , it feels so
Right
My pace is faster , I thrust away into
NOTHING
It's just another dream and I so needed to Cream.
She visits at night , when I finally sleep.
My Sweet Succubus
