Words of beauty
and I feel the same
the fire melts the candle
the candle feeding the flame


It's male emotion. My desire is as fire, it is a blast furnace, like
I am 17. Yet I can only touch your laugh, wit, mind, and sweet voice
with my eardrums; meanwhile there existing an ever-growing root of
yearning for you deep inside me, it erupted, pierced through my sanity,
and made me tell you that it is there in a less-than-eloquent fashion.
I want to be where nobody else is, and I want to know it, in no
uncertain terms. I need to know it. I want to be where nobody else
is, and I want to be alone with you there, and I want it to be forever,
in my dream. Whether that's realistic or fantasia matters not at this
point, because these feelings are there notwithstanding anything else.