Fire light

Consuming fire, lick my flesh
pull the ropes tighter, wield the whip
strike flesh, pull cry
firelight throw shadows
devolve to grunts and growls
reduce to screams
panting pleading for more
one more touch, one more taste, one more

A thing that I say.4

I say, Don’t apologize, do better next time.  I understand you are sorry.  I accept that you feel bad but if you want to do something for me or you want me to accept the apology then just do better.  An apology does not wipe the slate clean. Maybe that sounds harsh.  It isn’t in practice. 

Dating rules

I dislike the rule when dating to not talk about sexual stuff.  Why not cut out my tongue too? That rule precludes me from talking about half of what I write and wipes away my two longest relationships which started and were bound up in sex. I can’t talk about BDSM. For obvious reasons. I know there is a world of other things but sex is my touchstone. Talking about it makes me comfortable. Weird right? I guess we could talk about books? Or music, though not (redacted).  Those are things and I can talk about them. It’s just not natural for me to.  I know it is strange that the guy who is bored with casual sex wants to talk about sex, but not really. I mean how do you think I became bored with it?  I don’t know.  Maybe I’m just bad at small talk.  Talk serious with me.

Foolish possibility

I have this overwhelming need to write and this complete inability to say anything real.  To say what I want to, but not what I want to.  It’s these hopes.  They plague me as much as anything I’ve done. This desire for the possible instead the achievable. But my mind rails against that thought, mediocrity lays in the achievable. Achieve the possible, reach for the extraordinary.  Or maybe that’s just me hiding. The heart wants who the heart wants, I can no more give up on her than I can will myself to stop breathing.

The parts of my mind

I wonder when you tell me things what you want to hear? My rational mind, my emotional one, or the part that thinks like a feudal lord? I tend to share what my rational mind says. That part of me is good at advice. My emotional mind wants you to say that you are mine and take confidence from that. But I don’t think you want to be anyone’s. So I can’t say that, not and be available to you. And the feudal part? It wants you. That’s it. If someone challenges you or hurts you in any way it wants to confront them until they back down or shred them if they fail to do so.

Sometimes I think you are looking for me to say what my other pieces are thinking. But I’m shit at reading those situations when they effect me. I would say what all three are thinking but I don’t want to push you away. I want you to want all three. I almost said I want you to read this and tell me but I fear what the answer would be and if it’s all the same I’d like to hold on to hope for awhile longer even if it proves false.

Need vs want

I have loved out of both want and need. Been with people out of both want and need. I want to be with you, you are interesting. I want to be with you, you make me laugh. People we want are fun. They are pleasant to be around and over time we can fall in love with them. This is a safe and rational way to live, to love.

Occasionally, rarely, you will encounter someone with whom the world just clicks. Colors are brighter, the things they say resonate, the world is better with them in it. This is need. They elevate you and hopefully you elevate them. This is passion and fire. Want is a sudden blaze then banked coals. Need can start slow, but it ignites like a nascent sun.

I’ve experienced both. Want is fine, and can work for a lifetime. But for circumstance, I would be with someone I wanted. Thought I needed before I experienced need.

Need is different, I don’t know if it’s better but each love is different in its way. Perhaps need is only another facet of love, perhaps a step closer to obsession.

Need consumes and one must be weary. Need can consume and destroy as well as its fire can be turned to creation. I don’t know what this need will lead to, but it is better than want. I have the stark contrast of my friendships whom I want vs the people I need.

Call and response

Your words slip across my tongue igniting fires
Lashed and tied
I can only hope the next syllable brings release

Departure

Wander out past safety
Past warnings and posted notice
Eyes drink in the precipice
The wet heat of your breathe
Bends and sways the small hairs
Your hand slides up my arm
I turn, lift hands up under sweater
My too cold hands meet the fever warmth of your skin
I lean down rubbing my cheek against yours, nuzzling the crook where neck meets shoulder
We move, mouths finding each other
Hand in hand
This next step we take together

A thing that I say.3

I always say, I don’t take what is not freely given.  What does this mean? I only say it to people I’m dating and generally on the second date.  The first is a feeling out. My, often bizarre, rules can get in the way of that.  So on the second date I’ll say it.  And I mean this, informed consent is the only way I play.  I will ask before I kiss you or you may kiss me.  I will ask before I will touch you. I will be assured of your enthusiastic consent before and during any sexual activity.  If you want to lay out ground rules where I don’t have to ask or use the color codes even better.  This generally leads into a discussion of my primary rule: Do not betray.  My word, once given is inviolable. And I consider rape, physical or mental, to be the ultimate act of betrayal.  Thus my rules.  I have good reason to codify things. Ask me if you wish.