Posession
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Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied

And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
Iíll take your breath away
And after Iíd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear

Through this world Iíve stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive

And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
Iíll take your breath away
And after Iíd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear

Into this night I wander
Itís morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I wonít be denied

And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
Iíll take your breath away
And after Iíd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear

Oh, what a week of passion... and to think, the one before had been so full of confusion and worry. Suddenly, it's... heh. Easy comparison here: it's like a morphine high. There's that quease and ache and then suddenly pleasure, satisfaction, no pain, no fear, no worry, nothing but the rush. The problem, of course, is an age-old one. Addiction. Tolerance. Once you get your fix, you really do still want more, some part of you wondering "if this is good, would more be even better?" and the rest of you just trying to keep up.

Don't get me wrong, I know what's doing it, and I have enough strength to keep this up as long as needed, I hope... though I'll not have Kim to draw from and I'm back to being wary about drawing from Torian, I think I can find enough channels to ensure I don't devour myself between... fixes. *shrug* Just bitching a bit. This is one of those times when I could really use a blood doll; perhaps I'll have to head down to the square over the weekend, see if I can find some little gutterpunk with enough talent to keep me charged for a while.

"Carnival" by Natalie Merchant is playing in my head as strongly as "Posession" is, tonight. Gotta love having a mind that thinks better in music than in speech most days. Though what I most want to listen to, it seems, is opera. o.O Go go gadget WTF!? Ehh. It's a pretty piece that's on now and I can just relax to it. Singers pour so MUCH into their music.

Still... sometimes...

Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied

So Nick's off on his two-week cruise (NOT to be confused with a three-hour tour, hopefully), Radu's phone is dead, Kadin's still working full-time, Torian and I end up on different sleep schedules a LOT, Cal... *purrs suddenly, licking her lips* ...needs to be able to rest as well, though he's been... quite pleasing... the last few days. Don't really have anyone else I can draw from; I suppose I could always ask Ryan but he prefers to be on top, as it were, and I think right now I'm feeling a touch too feral to deal well with that.

Maybe I'll just go take a nap.

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