_______________Her Release___________________
The window is bare as the rains pours down matching her tear-stained face. The world seeming to move on, without thinking of who it is leaving behind. She shuts her eyes letting the tears drip onto her upturned hands. Lost in the uncertainty, she grieves for everything that she is. Yet everything that she is, Is wonderful. Alone yet not, uncomfortable in the crowd, in her mind she seeks a familiar face. There are few that can captivate her, few that can gather her close, her heart is torn. Mended it has been many times over, giving over to the calling that seems to take over the soul. No turning back. Welcoming the blessed numbness that comes with induced oblivion, she lets go of her earthbound restrictions and flows free. Watching waiting for everything and anything to come her way, the blissful state that only knowledge can bring her. They see her as an essence of sexuality. The passion that is her, is engulfing, the life led is a life that many are afraid of and few allow themselves to lead. The warmth engulfs her, skin flushed, her breath catches. The wet kiss trailing the marbled alabaster of her skin, the frantic beat of her heart under her breast, telling of the wanting that overrides her grief, losing herself in the passion she surrenders. For moments she gives freely and takes all that is given in return. The fire blazes in her tear-filled eyes and the life blood rushes through her veins. This is the ultimate freedom, this capturing of the senses, the release of passion. She is neither in control or being controlled. This is the balance needed to maintain the altered reality that must be her life.
