Muted Conversation IX

Tonight i would stay awake and think about how we eloped into mysteries.

You came in and stuffed my mind with effervescent chemistry.

I couldn't breathe.

All i knew was, i wanted to strip you naked and disvirgin your imagination with words borne from a heart yearning for intimacy.

But i was dumb... silence gagged me like a prisoner tortured by the snares of grief.

All i could see was temptation staring at me in stern disbelief.

"Do something" my alter ego would say.

But all i could do was take my mind on a erotic spree to love's garden.

I would take your hands and slowly caress them light and thin. Hypnotizing my senses into the pores of your skin. I wanted you to feel what i feel. I wanted to dissolve into your memories and hack them with images of me. I wanted to wet the appetite between your thighs with testimonies of godliness and raw passion. I wanted to perform the ceremony of consummation.

I would look at you and break into a smile governed by naughty ideas and recoil into sanity, taming the beast in me. Not really a beast but a puppy poking for milk from its mother's breast. I would become restless and pace about like a lost human on a path to ravenous depravity.

I would try so hard to reach out.

Make you feel loved, cuddle your hair and caress your lips....

But my shyness denied me.

So tonight i would lie down and bury my thoughts in a grave dugged up by dreams.

Choking my memories with images of your smile.

I would scream into my streams of consciousness

Echoes of moanings without sound.

Because i am your twin...

and like charges do not spark when connected together.

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