Again ...: A pointless piece inspired by cliched song lyrics

It's Sunday - again. And again, I find myself sitting in a dark, smoke-filled room pondering my very existence. I have had a week filled with intensity, passion, love all eclipsed by a dense layer of lonliness and lingering feelings of isolation from reality which I cannot for the life of me shake off. Two years ago, I met a woman and had no idea that she would change my life. Two weeks ago, we shared a moment which set us off on a journey to heightened sensuality that had us both shaking in anticipation of climatic bliss; a journey that never ended and continues to fill my days with endless wonder. I felt her heart open as she embraced me, heard her tears fall as she confided in me and saw her soul for the very first time - and it scared me.

Happy. That is how I feel. I do not know where this road will take us, nor do I wish the journey to end. All I know for certain is that it must be love - or I'm the fool again.

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