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Irresistible Measure
Her appearance radiates youth but is deceiving; she feels…ancient. Says nothing, only winks…and – she smiles, and my insides go brittle then splinter and break. I’m left astounded. I’m left…in fog.
…we are intoxicated, entangled, enraptured on a desolate Asian sand dune. The evening air is restless but graciously cool, mildly fragrant with soft perfume. It reminds me of spiced wine.
Our movements are fluid and compromising, but the moments themselves are fleeting; a torrential cascade dirtied with macabre and counterfeit memories. Her head is cradled in my arms; my fingers exploring the thickness of her sable hair.
We are intoxicated, entangled, and…
…I am on top of her. I am inside of her. Her stifled cries of exhilaration fueling my lust sincere. A platinum moon spies upon the both of us jealously, blatantly; it hangs so low in the sky I am thoroughly convinced that if I only reach out I could touch it. Pluck it like forbidden fruit and take a godly bite.
For I am debauchery. I am immaculacy.
And then…
…she is disappeared, and I am cast into an abysmal nothingness, being grieved by a constant, muted thud against my skull. I sense distress…and acute solitude. It leaves me stultified, hostile to brood in microscopic self-loathing.
I wanted to open my mouth and scream awake. I may have tried; but if I did, nothing came out.
“Let him pimp it off.”
The words spiraled around me like crippled satellites.
“Random’s finally back from the dark side.”
Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences 
9 April, 2009 