Atalist's Dungeon

I am scared. I can't contain myself. I have fallen for you. I tried to slow down, to pace this, But I didn't... I failed. I am happy that I failed. You make me feel elated. Protected, cared for and respected. I feel like your equal. Your passion and devotion equal my own. Your ability to see me astounds. Everyone sees a mask. You see who I really am. I can't hide from you. I don't want to either. I want you to see me, When I am vulnerable, when I am strong, content or angry. I want to show you my heart and my mystery. I want you to take me as I am, flaws and all. I want to wait for you in every way. I am in love with you and I want you to love me.

I cannot believe what has happened how did I get here? I did not expect this. I did not fore see you. I had expectations, I had plans. They are all gone faded away like the morning dew. It's beautiful, this freedom. It's also quite scary.

I hunger for you, I crave you. You fill me with lust. My thoughts tainted, so unpure. I am curious to know your thoughts? to feel them on my skin.

I move to the beat. I feel free and weightless. I feel incorporeal, as if I am the music and it is me I look up and see eyes. Judging and malicious, as if they could understand. They don't know how I feel, they don't know why. I feel freedom joined with passion. I feel a hand move around my waist? I turn to look and am not surprised. my hand slips into the grasp of a partner. Being lead around the floor I feel excited. Not one person has been able to lead me and you are accomplishing the task. So many partners previous, so many failures. I move, you move. As if it were a challenge of dominance. I will try to win. It is in my nature to challenge, to fight, to win. I will not give up. I gather neither will you. the intensity of the challenge and the passion explodes... chaos controlled in our frame. The song ends. I am now me and you are now you. we save all emotions for the next dance. When we have a chance to prove once and for all, we are the dance.

Two sides to every coin. A lot can be read from either side. Elegant yet, extreme persistence. Almost enchanting. No ounce of leniency Methodical, Logical, Intelligent Difficult descriptors for a woman that age. Stoic yet tumultous under the surface Conservative and traditional Beautiful. No other words to describe what I see Just Beautiful.

I am being chased. For sport, pleasure, pain. I am a target of affection. there is a chubby toddler chasing me. His arrow pointed at me. I tell him it will happen eventually, and that he should give me time. The little bastard shoots me and says that he's on a deadline. Now what am I supposed to do? Can't chase the little fucker, he flew away. Damn, well this is going to hurt... the last time it nearly ripped my heart out. what is that you ask, falling for someone...

It must be an antique covered in an inch of dust. an old worn out clock, perhaps. Its ticking is laboured. But consider this, It made it through two wars. No small feat for any ordinary clock. It made it through a depression. Extraordinary considering, time would have been considered a luxury, that is, in comparison to warmth.

Vicious and direct No dancing here say what needs to be said virtuosity be damned love me or hate me You should see what I see Hypocritical people lining up Seeking and searching for a clue wanting the idea and principle of me not sure they know whats in store I am more than they imagined, I am more. they want me on principle because of what I represent an anomaly something rare... almost unheard of always knew I was unique... never imagined being in demand. Unsettling...