Depiction

29 September 2009

Feathers_song_by_shineft

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction.

It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once.

Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves of desire, cascading in your direction.

At the sound of his voice, a chemical reaction triggers, and suddenly you are seized; with a mix of exhilaration and excitement like none other you have ever known.

A connection is what he seeks; the ability to reach out and snatch you from reality; pulling you into his realm of illusion; with nothing more than his thoughts and voice.

Once he connects, the feeding begins; everything you want to hear, anyone you want him to be; larger than life, too good to be true; having searched for eternity and now loving only you.

Before you can blink, you are on a downward spiral; surrendered completely while careening out of control.

He drains you empty, while filling you up; taking every scrap offered, pillaging the rest while you dream.

Making his exit as quickly as he comes; a puddle of nothing, you remain on the floor. Left alone, to sift through the pain; cloaked in his filthy blanket of noir.

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No Comments to “Depiction”

  1. filthy blanket of noir

    This really penetrates with a visual, creepy crawly-ness. A well turned choice of words.
    You describe well the game, the dance of death so many know.

  2. filthy blanket of noir

    This really penetrates with a visual, creepy crawly-ness. A well turned choice of words.
    You describe well the game, the dance of death so many know.

  3. just building that fan base with meaningless words…

  4. just building that fan base with meaningless words…

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