THE QUICKEST GLANCE AND AWAY I GO; SUCKED INSIDE, DRAWN DEEPER AND DEEPER. A KALEIDESCOPE OF COLORS: COLD ICY BLUES OF LONLINESS, WARM SEPIAS OF AFFECTION; THE FIERY TONES OF LUST PORTRAYED AS A STUDY IN REDS.

SANDS AND FORESTS SPREAD BEYOND CONCEPTION--SO BRIGHT AND LUSH AS TO CHOKE A TEAR FROM ME, ENDLESS IN THEIR DIMENSIONS AND MEANINGS. THE PORTAL BROADENS--WORLDS WITHIN WORLDS--INFINITY MULTIPLIED IN THIS GLANCE. POSSIBITY COLLIDES WITH FEAR INSIDE OF ME, SPINNING MY HEAD AROUND, WRAPPING TENDRILS ABOUT MY HEART SO AS TO WRING OUT EVERY DROP OF EMOTION HELD WITHIN. A CLEANSING OR A SOILING? A JOINING OR A RAPE? ALL REMAINS TO BE SEEN.

A DEEPER GLANCE AND I AM LOST: MY SOUL BURNS, MY HEART SINGS. I TOUCH A NEWNESS AND PURITY NOT KNOWN TO ME BEFORE. THIS PURITY SEEMS A MIRAGE, THE SHIMMERING OF PARADISE IN THE DISTANCE, DISAPPEARING AS I DRAW CLOSE, LEAVING A HUNGER AND THIRST WHICH ARE INCESSANT, UNENDING. WILL THIS PURITY HEAL? OR WILL IT SCAR ME TO MY CORE?

DEEP INSIDE...
A PROMISE OF PASSIONS: RAGING, RAVAGING, REVEALING SECRET AND SACRED BEINGS THAT TOUCH AND TWIST, SPINNING WEBS OF FIRE AROUND
EACHOTHER--MELTING AND FUSING THEM INTO ONE. SURELY A HEART MUST MELT IN
SUCH HEAT--SURELY I WILL BE BURNED, CONSUMED. A MOTH TO THE FLAME I AM, DRAWN ON BEYOND MY WILL, FASCINATED.

PRIMAL RYTHMS BEAT THROUGH MY BLOOD, PUSHING ME ON IN A POWERFUL RUSH, DRIVING ME TO MORE, MORE,.... MY BODY MOVES TO THIS PRIMATIVE BEAT. A CALL TO MY SPIRIT IN THE LOFTIEST OF POETRY; A CALL TO THE ANIMAL IN THE VIOLENCE OF NEED AND DESIRE.

OLD WOUNDS OPEN AS I PASS THEM BY, SPILLING THEIR BILE INTO MY BLOODSTREAM, POURING THEIR POISONS INTO MY MIND. VISIONS FILL MY EYES OF RAGE AND VILENESS--THE PRODUCT OF TWISTED LOVE, OF BEAUTY GONE HORRID AND UGLY, OF A SOUL LEFT TOO LONG ALONE AND UNTOUCHED.

IS THIS REAL? OR MERELY THE GRANDEST OF LIES TO MYSELF? SUCH DREAMS ARE INSPIRED IN ME--MORE LIES? RHETORIC, SURELY, FOR I AM BEYOND CHOICE. I PASSED IT BY WHEN I DOVE INTO THIS, NEVER ACKNOWLEDGING WITH SO MUCH AS A NOD THAT I SEALED MY OWN FATE. NOTHING LEFT TO DO BUT SEE WHERE THE RAGING FLOOD SHALL BEACH ME.

By Succubus