Living Beyond Death

You are wanted. I see you as so beautiful, with a hidden soft imagining that no one can see. Dictate to me, and I will receive. Finding your yearning a compliment is hard to convey. The silence is bold and nonresentful. I am the one with the gun, no chemicals on board. Use as you see fit. I am higher authority, thus more responsibility. Your face is sweet, and I am shy to go beyond that. It is joyful for me to make telepathic comedy with me. I see a game and I recognize fame as interesting but dangerous to me. All the legacies mixing to form a tree, who will dictate to me for infinity. Play in my brain, and in the night I will hold you tight in my dreams. It is okay to feel sexually, I see you as very appealing in that way, but it is so strong, in public that I must walk away alone and evolving in comedy. Pleasure is not what we see. It is what we feel actually. Be mine in the land of scientific theory and I will not have to acknowledge the past and present adversities. I just want to be me with yee. If physicality releases that damning pain and torturous humiliation, I will release. Words will give way to only telepathy and a safety can be carved out between my sheets.