I feel for those who are lonely, whose chance to awaken beside a lover is ripped away, whose hope to sleep naked next to that other naked one is dashed, not by an indifferent world, but that other’s cudgel of fear.
When “I’m scared” wins over another chance to cum, just plain fuckin’ hurts. Like you never want to know how deep that dagger plunges.
The weapons of Love’s enemies are always concealed. Until they are brought out.
The way the mind works..
What the mind conjures as important…