SexyChef's blog: "Thoughts"

The keeper of silence hides behind a thousand tears. My soul is lovelorned. All in itself, this "love" is devoid of reality. IUt is rapturous at first sight and freestanding. The souls cursed from birth to desire the imaginations subject. This psychosexuality is intense and leaves no room for error. You have seduced my senses, latched onto my naked soul. Vindicate me, Free me, Love me.......This is palpable, yet slowly vanishes amongst my imagination.

Strong desire running through me; like a fast rush of pure extasy. It's a feeling strange yet completing. Passion, at its peak of burning. Flames within, burn with an ember glow; Lighting the way to endlessness. Pureness defining every movement, Letting time slip away to affinity. Emotions driving the impulse of thought. Allowing thought to fad away into the smiles of my lips. Delacate touch, tender and soft, with fingers so careful, leading me. Paths twist and turn symbolizing us; Careful, yet loving. My desire is of the heart, My passion is of the soul, and my emotions are birthed through tears. Thought's always surpass all instincts; You complete my every smile, You complete me.

A couple days ago I opened my aparment door and proceeded down the steps. I grabbed the handle to the glass entryway at the bottom of the stairs and stepped outside. A familiar smell entrapped my senses as I stopped and took it all in. I kept walking as I sat in my car, started the engine, and drove away. Not thinking of that smell again. Today as I was driving home I noticed the leaves started turning and painting the pavement. As though no sooner it was summer, the beginning of fall has struck upon me. My mind began to turn and tumble in various directions as I drove the typical path homebound. I decided to take a different way, bored of the everyday habit. I came upon a large circular lake today, one I had never seen before. So I pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out of my car and walked over to a clearing. It was the most breathtaking moment of fall yet. This brought me to yet another thought. Seasons pass...Spring,Summer,Fall and Winter. They are just like how we live our lives. Spring all in itself is rejuvenating all around. Summer, allows for growth and the destinctive smell of rain after a storm. Fall, things are slowing down, animals are getting ready for hibernation. Finally winter,,,,,,,death. Everything around us has some sort of connection that our maker has delicately put there for us to smile upon. Its amazing to think that a greater being has been compassionate enough to think of touch, sight, smell and all of the fascinating things about life. Fall is yet another part of life that seems to bring a part to my lips.

Checking the locks in my heart again. The translucent barriers remain tightly bound. It protects against all the pain, but occassionally reminds of the "what if's" By opening its doors, letting the cold in. It's vindicative, at the slightest bit of passion it burns. Secretly it yearns to know what the truth withholds. Patiently it waits for the arrival of an emotional playground. Against my will I feel the desire, while the walls burn down. Ignorance seems valid, but the self-control is pushing. Another step in the wrong direction, but the questions seep "How wrong is it?"