EVOL

I watch you motionless, enslaved by infatuation. Chaining wild emotions as they lash, begging to be unleashed.

I study you, vividly painting you until the ink permeates in my mind. I admire you as a butterfly, gracefully and elegant.

Passionate thoughts dance around my mind as you pass and clots my reality, our reality.

Unfortunately as I consider you my flower you bloom as a rose , beautiful from an eyes distance but bleed at the touch, I wait for an opportunity but you are just as motionless as me.

Instead you are simply waiting for the storm to pass.

The more you bloom the more your fragrance intoxicates me. I restrain my emotions but the chains grow weak from strain. I reach out and grip you ... and as expected my blood drains from my hand. Yet instead of it being a threat I enjoy it. The pain of the thorns subdued but an overwhelming pleasure still remains, the pleasure of you being at grasp.

-kgenesis