The Stranger, My Comforter
I await his approach,
Time is standing still,
Where is he, I wonder,
As the night drifts towards me like a prowler
with the uncertainty of whether I will feel him again,
Though he does not know and I am not sure,
I treasure him like a gem in the eye of the beholder,
The diamond in the rock that has hundreds of years to form
and bursts outward into my grasp so that I may embrace it
within my bosom and hold it there for eternity,
Time still passes and I am comforted by the thought of him,
As I dance in the rain and as the ocean crashes against my naked skin,
In the quiet of the storm I feel his presence near me,
With the touch of his mouth I feel his masculinity embracing me,
Consuming me,
Taking control of me,
All of me,
When he nears the realm of my existence, I quiver,
He is so innocent and gentle,
I pierce through my coverings and stand in my naked flesh,
Awaiting his next move and hoping for just a slight touch,
One of which would last me for a lifetime,
Just one would fulfill the emptiness I feel,
Just one may damn me,
But the comfort I need and want, he possesses,
Nowhere to go but forward,
But I am forced to turn away,
What he possesses is too much,
Too great,
Too overwhelming,
I cannot,
But I must,
I want to cry and shatter where I stand,
Desire, Passion, Lust, Need, Want,
All Within the Stranger,
The Animal,
The Unknown,
The Comforter.