12-19-2013, 02:04 AM
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How many, I often wonder,
have shared your bed, my dear?
Would I care?
Do I care; should I?
What secrets are hidden
between your sheets?
Am I as good as he?
As good as she?
Would you be good enough for me?
Does it matter?
I've pursued you all this time.
And now
we finally meet.
Your heart and mind
are open.
I ease into
your consciousness.
Sweet lust, realized.
Finally.
Christ, you're so good.
Together we're great.
Of your heart, maybe not,
but I,
for at least tonight,
am a king!
How many, I often wonder,
have shared your bed, my dear?
Would I care?
Do I care; should I?
What secrets are hidden
between your sheets?
Am I as good as he?
As good as she?
Would you be good enough for me?
Does it matter?
I've pursued you all this time.
And now
we finally meet.
Your heart and mind
are open.
I ease into
your consciousness.
Sweet lust, realized.
Finally.
Christ, you're so good.
Together we're great.
Of your heart, maybe not,
but I,
for at least tonight,
am a king!
Quote:Original
How many, I often wonder,
have shared your bed, my dear?
Would I care?
Do I care; should I?
What secrets are hidden
between your sheets?
Am I as good as he?
As good as she?
Would you be good enough for me?
It's of no consequence.
I've pursued you all this time.
I'm coming
to find you.
I've spread
my wings.
What a beautiful journey!
Here I lie,
stark naked,
the room spinning.
Christ, you're so good.
Together we're great.
Of your heart, maybe not,
but I, for at least tonight,
am a king!
(I know this isn't great. As far as a title, I have no idea. I don't particularly care about the title of this right now anyway. I'm just looking for genuine, blunt and harsh criticism. I haven't done this for quite awhile. Thanks.)