The Girl of my Dreams is the One that I have been chasing all my Years.
Last night, She came to me, again.
The next night: She eludes me as if composed of Smoke.
Her Love is filled with Fire and Brimstone, promising to be my End.
The End I find in Her will be the Means to a new form of Self through her, in her, and with her.
We visit one another in the lonely hours of the night, when our body is put to rest, but our minds' are reaching out to each other.
They reach out across an endless sea and touch momentarily, and in this brief contact: Ecstasy.
Pure sensuous enjoyment that I feel in the deepest confines of my Heart.
It pulsates through me riding on the crimson tide of every molecule, every blood cell feels it.
She feels it, too, but is fearful of the consequences upon admittance.
She will not permit me to enter, as she enters into my Realm.
Our affliction is not mutual.
She remains trapped, within my dreams she lives, and hides behind the veil of my Ego.
He will not destroy her, for as long as she is not Mine.
I can count on seeing her, but when will remain Mystery.
