His voice faltered at first then faded off..
He watched her slink closer,
carrying her flesh sensuously as some women can.

Her face,
a bewitching vision belonging only in dreams,
contained a gleam of beauty as the nerves of her body were continually smoldering my desire.

She slowly smiled seductively,
as she sensuously stalked him,
shadowing him like a memory of a past lover.

Inches battled for territories on both their bodies.
Then looking him flesh in the eye,
she wet her lips-mingling them with whispered words of:
"I want you" and "I need you."

Second by second seemed to loudly waltz all around them before he finally nodded.

They were intently locked on each other dulling their senses.
They were blinded by their lustful urges.
Both blinking into one another instead of seeing the rare sight of time dramatically dance by.    

"Lets get away from prying eyes.
I'll meet you." He muttered huskily.

She sneaked a kiss before slipping away at his words,
becoming lost in the crowd and completely out of sight.
He was close behind and fueled by their passion.
Bringing a heat of a thousand suns on the back of his shoulders.

In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
Wildly lurking behind every corner,
The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..

A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish.
Or, perhaps, could it be foolish fanciful notions?
This fully torked delusion can be a haunting mirage.  
A make believe vintage slogan ghost from generations past.
That worn out American Dream. That Life.

THE LIFE:
-Free from the routine confusion and disorder-
Dreamed by all but known only by creatures who dream of other more sophisticated things.

Silenced but still flailing at grasping the point or any and all major traffic signs,
the Shadow returned all the acquired mixed-matched pieces and useless information slowly..

I remember because it was a autumn night.
Leaves were falling and there were trees white with moonlight.

It was a cool night overflowing with mysterious excitement that unforgettably changed the mellow quite in all bright lights.
Suddenly there was a new bustle among the stars as the speed of light left a stirring in the darkness.

-A secret above trees carried on the wings of winds-

This covert paradox of milky way wonder experienced when he kissed this girl-was a vivid spectacle of unutterable visions never mentioned but still loudly exuding a slinky lust.

This was a soul cleansing need,
a physical miracle,
***** deeds done dirt cheap overdosing religious experience with every swelling ******!

These are the divine musings of the Creator, my Creator.
These are the ideas of any other brave soul who decide to capture their essence in moments.

For a moment at one point in time, these sacred thoughts belonged to God.

For a moment,
Looking upward,
I suspected they had fallen from the sky.

Taking a long breathe, standing firm with determination, I observed every single detail.
Some of them were much better off than the rest of us-
They were no longer bound to any physical bond or any emotional ones for that matter..

From afar,
a herd of hesitating horns hysterically hushed a crescendo of errors,
cruelly cutting away and turning across a zig-zag dance that could be heard for miles.  

The moon,
brightly busy making the night sky frisky and fine,
Survived the still sound.
Gently glowing with an emptiness,
that endowed complete isolation to all wondering eyes.

The rest of us meekly posed, waiting for a quick promised death.
It was our time-it was our right.

Holding my form I became a statue.  
Delicately frozen in a formal gesture of forever farewells.

Curious Natures
In a more weak world the most aggressive advantages
don't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
Being an empire built of sharks, snakes, wolves, and rats-the most basic of beasts-
we really understand the most prehistoric philosophy: survival.
Using it as the first building blocks and the cracked foundation for this society.

Still, one must always reserve all judgements for the most lucrative habits that surprised all by opening up a vast spectrum of the most curious natures.
Leaving any who wander vulnerable to grow into a legendary victim or a menace to the community.
Often being left with a life of never being able to escape their never ending abnormal minds.

It has been speculated as well as documented, that these street racing thoughts are more than fast to attach themselves to a mythical beast more commonly known as a "mortal"  who will lose all balance and footing as they unknowingly grasp both reality and fantasy with white knuckled fists.
Stuck in this forced upon reverie of insane clarity that consumes both the mind and soul.
Becoming vessels for the sins of others, as they are suddenly privy to the most awarding secrets and gilded griefs they could never begin to understand.
Belonging to the most wildly havoc notoriously murdering confidences.
While the rest of us, close our eyes and frequently feign sleep.
All the while refusing responsibility for each other, denying a hostile yet unmistakable sign that declares the biggest secret of all: THE TRUTH.
Told in the most intimate, consuming, quivering, thundering, vibrations being smothered in a explosion that was meant for "We the People" as it projects a plethora of colours on a always changing horizon.

"The thought of  the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air, slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I had held onto for all those years but had to let go."

The most intimate revelations can often expose plagiaristic suppressions that we've most likely tried to already forget. Suggesting to anyone on the outside looking in, that there is a rancid cowardice secreting from the pores of all those who would deny the most basic of fundamental decencies to their fellow man.

All the while, boasting a loud tolerance that would be found on the very last Autumn-the very last colorful arrangements of watering oranges and smothered reds our world was ever going to be privileged to witness again.
The thundering drumming of my own beating heart gave my freshly dead and bland reaction a neon personality, with a few extra *******, lingering, successful gestures that reflected a sparkly prism of tracers.

Tracers that were birthed from the most brilliant of lasers, as I was radiating something that was blindingly gorgeous, something that was heightened with more sensitivity as it shadowed over the complexity of every kiss that I had ever been given in my life..

Spinning a silk and gold web around me that was almost as intricate as an alarm sounding earth quake.

This flaccidly tight response came at a price, leaving nothing but whispers and the wrong kind of impressions at the sight of  it's unwanted face..

The time of dignity and grace felt decades away as your tiny little temperaments began to attempt to soothe me into a very still silence.

"Wooing" me and "seducing" me with such a strong touch of romantic readiness, I knew it would never be matched or found again causing me to feel a stroke of sadness at the single sentiment.  

This dramatic departure killed any interest that might have supported the abortive sorrows and short winded elation’s of men, but instead the idea of a possibly new tasseled dream, sparked me into a shimmering prism bouncing glittering, glimmering, glowing rays off my skin, as I put the shine in the sun.

Looking back,
In your previous attractions the role playing usually involved more than a pretty target.
Although it was unknown to you at the time, with each new growing experience, your perception as well as reality began to find you less subtle while betraying your most important values.
Making you cloudy as you forget that you are the one who decides if you will continue, a most clever rouse.  
Notice her perfected strategy, Notice her ultimate prize-but take heed and do not get ****** into it.
Instead use her for yourself, reverse the roles made by society created in nature as you become the prize.
Soon the unspoken secret will become clear as you are educated in the most difficult yet elementary concept of all:
Attraction is not a choice.

The faceless-ageless friends didn't find her hiding.
Instead there was a special gift,
the ability to hide in creases of time.
It hung there motionless on the wall as it had minutes ago.
But none of the minutes had gone anywhere.
Everything seemed to stop.
Whole worlds were silent as nothing moved,  not even time.

Frozen like dead bodies,
expressions of a moment were carved into faces.
They were bent into even more uncomfortable positions.
Reminding all ghosts of a city that lay in ruins,
that  they had tried to escape, that they tried to flee from the erupting volcano,
as it stayed smothered and covered in ash.

Time would never stop in this ruined world.
Alone like this, she examined her new face and her new body.
She wondered if she would ever rub past this mask.
It didn't feel the same.