Fulcrum

The hardest part about growing up is the friends you lose in the process. Now that all my friends are leaving, I seem to be gaining momentum, not only with the better job, but also with college, living quarters, and so on, I have it made here, but my friends are not biding their time, They want to get out of here, as do I, I was just hoping that as I laid my foundations for my success, all those at my side leave, Especially her.

How she builds her house from straw and sticks, letting blonde ambition and dreams of some fairytale relationship get in the way of her success as well. She is foolish. She thinks that by changing worlds, by making Love to people like me will make her happy. All she is doing is queuing up more people to hurt, pain, anger, and disappoint. She’s a fool. She’s a jester of the fools. But my fortress, my rock, my castle will be open for her as long as the position of “My Queen” is not filled. I wish that she would either claim her throne, or that one seeking the seat of my heart and the crown of Roses would come take her place.

I clearly Envision the world that is in my soul. How a great and powerful dragon reigns as king. A king that rules not with iron fists and commands of men, but with wisdom and justice. He has a heart of gold and eyes like fire, claws as sharp as steel, but a touch like velvet. How his heart burns like a furnace, and how with every pump he conjures more fire and power. His Eyes as clear as crystal and glow like coals. His skin like sheets of razors and with his powerful spirit, he sends all other men and beast running for the woods.

And yet despite his power, he unfolds into a caring and wonderful Love. How his stage is set with dim lights and a musty wine, how he feeds her from the palm of his hand and how he massages away her tension. How he rubs the strife from her shoulders and neck. And then brushes them like a feather. How his shoulders are brawny and strong, and his embrace comforting. How his entwining strikes like lighting, but how his lips are as soft as candle light.

The heat from his mouth and blood envelope him and his Lover. Done in the young eve and like the night, young is his style and innocent is his embrace. His eyes shine like the stars and her lips shimmer like the galaxy. How he continues to kiss her and embrace her tightly. With every throb more deeply grows their kiss and embrace. They embrace the moment with a fiery delight as he gently inserts his tongue into her mouth.

Savor this moment, savor this bliss, as our bodies, minds and spirits unite with this kiss. Don’t just Heed it, Feed it. Don’t just sip but indulge. Take my soul for what it is worth. Indulge in it, My Love. Consume me, my angelic queen. Walk with me in the woods. Let’s race through the ruins enveloped by forest and vine. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.

Our love will be like Rose: Even in death it is still retains it’s beauty for all to see. Hug me, Kiss me, caress me, undress me, feel me, steal me, purge me scourge me, for I will always be yours, and you’ll always be mine.

I’ll be your beast you’ll be my feast. I’ll envelope you with kisses from your head to your feet my lips will meet. From your thighs to your face, my face will embrace. I will consume you as thou hast consumed me. How my mind is a plethora of foreplay and romance. How heart would sing for a simple dace. How we’d meet in secret in the woods how I’d smother you with riches and goods. But she denies her throne and there are none who see, the Love inside a Dragon Named “Anthony”