It's
funny somehow,
You're
so opposite from me
You
are the visionary of black to my delusory white
Which
is a contradiction
In
itself
You
the are the authentic white
And
I am the undeniable black.
Or
so they say.
But
it's more
Complicated
then that.
Far
more complicated.
The
first time was a fluke
We
were fighting
As
always
And
somehow
Some
way
My
lips brushed yours
And
never
In
all my life
Had
I ever felt
Anything
like that.
Like
the calm before a storm
And
the wildness during it
And
the serenity afterwards.
An
accident
---an
undesirable or unfortunate happening that occurs unintentionally and
usually results in harm, injury, damage, or loss; casualty;
mishap.---
The
second time
Was
another fluke
Another
accident
But
it felt like before…
Like
waiting for something wonderful
And
then receiving it
And
then basking in the outcome.
But
Still
it was only
A
mishap
---an
unfortunate accident.---
The
third time though
Everything
blurred
And
it was fast
But
incredibly slow
Something
that will always
Go
on
But
ended far to quickly.
You
were so careful.
Like
I would break.
A
spark of lips
And
a trace of skin
Clothes
pulled off as if on fire
And
then time slowed
And
if the world were a "movie"
The
camera angle would change
And
it would circle around us
Taking
in everything
That
only makes sense when you experience it.
You
pulled me to you
And
we kissed.
---Oh
god but how we kiss.
Like
the world is ending.
Be
it rough of soft
Biting
of lush.
Always
like the world
Will
fall away.---
And
then I was on my back,
Which
is odd
For
who I am.
But
it felt right.
Right
there.
You
made me feel
Dominated
But
not less.
Like
your equal.
Somehow.
You're
so bloody
White
that way.
And
you moved down my body
And
licked
And
bit
Sucked
and
Kissed.
My
eyebrows
My
eyelids
My
cheeks
My
chin
My
neck
My
chest
My
stomach
My
hips
My
thighs
My
knees
My
calves
My
ankles
---who
knew that would be so sensual---
And
even the arch of my foot.
Throw
back my head and
Gasping
Didn't
seem to be enough
But
that was all I could think to do.
The
Whole
Time.
And
then you moved back up to
My
finger-tips
And
My
knuckles
---each
one---
My
palm
The
back of my hand
Wrists
Forearm
Soft
skin of my elbows
---turned
out to be an stimulating spot for me---
My
biceps
And
my ears.
Merlin
but my ears.
Were
you to stay there long enough
I
was certain I would have come
Right
then and there.
Your
hands gripped my shoulders
And
hauled me up
---My
back doing that
Lovely
Feminine
Arching
move
You
seem so very found of.---
My
mouth sought yours,
And
was found.
Movement.
A
gentle caress
Of
the most strong muscle in the human body.
You
nibbled at my
---soft
pink –your words not mine---
Lower
lip
And
sucked it into your mouth.
---To
this day you still swear nothing tastes sweeter then I do---
And
then,
---Even
now I never really feel you there
Not
as if your preparing me anyway.---
You
were inside of me.
You
The
very part of you that makes you
All
man.
Was
inside of me.
And
nothing
---on
my oath of whatever you can trust me as---
ever
felt, feels, that good.
That
wonderful.
That
uncomplicated complication.
That
primitive modern
Surreal
realistic…
…
Feeling.
My
legs on your shoulders,
You
gripping my thighs
Kissing
my calf now and again
Sometimes
as if it were my mouth.
Crystal
sweat rolling down your chest,
The
fire glinting off of it
As
if to reflect it as
The
most precious of stones
Or
liquid clear life.
Whimper
Moan
Breath
hitching
Crying
out
Groaning.
Useless
words
For
an act of
Pricelessness.
Golden
skin,
Blazing
eyes
And
a smile
That
I am certain had been hiding for years.
And
it's returned
Gracing
a face ---my face--- that was certain it would never grace.
Your
throat arches,
That
pretty smile
Changes
To
an expression of almost lost bliss
Your
eyes close
And
A
word spills from your lips
One
word
And
it's my name.
And
then
An
explosion
Shattering
Blasting
into a million pieces
Knowing
you'll catch every piece
And
put me back together.
But
not in the order of who I was
Some
one better.
Some
one more.
No
more pure.
But
even then I knew
I
was just more.
Everytime
after that,
It
was different.
More
experince,
More
knowledge
Just
more.
Never
enough.
And
the more there is.
The
more we know.
And
the more I find
There
is no
visionary
of black
Or
delusory
white
Nor
is there
An
authentic white
Or
an
undeniable
black.
No.
We
are the very
Definition
---
answer, characterization, clarification, explanation, individuation,
interpretation, key, representation, solution, translation---
Of
Shades
of Gray.
We
are,
The
Shades of Grey.
