Deep in the recesses of my subconcious lies a memory of lives past lived. A time of nothingness, when we were warriors in the truest sense of the word... when women and men were equals, fighting side by side, rivers of blood running past our feet, chaos and confusion everywhere, when passion and rage were the same definition and ferocity was a way of life.
We ate, drank, and lusted/loved with gusto, there was no such thing as political correctness, and justice was handed down on the blade of a sword, swiftly, mercilessly, because that's just the way it was.
I remember crystal clear skies at night with only the light of stars to see by, feeling your warmth next to my body, enveloping me with your smell, that smell of man (i love that smell), you turning into me, moving in closer as if to meld our bodies into one being. I remember wrapping my fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth to mine, drinking in the elixer of you. Your strong hands so hard in battle, stroking, a gentleness not shown to others you show to me alone. Passion ignites so ferociously I don't even think anymore, just give in to the physicality of what's happening to one man and one woman beneath the stars when the sky is burning.......
and yes, the sky burned
