I wanted it all.
The possibility, the promise, the risk.
The pleasure, the pain, the complexity.
The body of strength, of weakness, of beauty exotic.
The sweet laughter, the scars, the luminous soul.
The fucking, the sex, the making of love.
The cuts, the bruises, the soothing hereafter.
The light-hearted banter, the debates deep and raging.
The words, the silence, the sound of him coming.
The man, the master, the lover, the whore.
The wordsmith, the artist, the poet.
I wanted it all.
I want it all still.
But it can no longer be.
And so the want is left achingly wanting.
Until it fades out of mind, out of body, out of sight.
That's sorta sad…
I wonder…does it ever really fade.. out of mind, out of body, out of sight.
Jus wondering, that's all
xoxo, Crystal
Os: Yeah… (sigh)
Crystal: Want in its purest, primal form never fades away, I completely agree. For me, each encounter feeds and increases it, breaks it wide open.
But in this instance, the want should and will fade because it needs to… xx
The insane “in want” that remains after a break up or after a very satisfying one nighter… the immediate relief/release is soon followed by intense wanting. Logic does little to quell except to remind me “in want” will eventually pass but until it does, I can think of little else. Great post. – E.
Thank you very much, Ella.
It is exactly the same for me. My reasoning mind and its arguments stand little chance against the visceral want until it begins to diminish.
Sad, sexy, and true.
It fades.
Thank you so much, Inferno.
I also think this kind of want is both sad and sexy.
And yes, I agree, it does (and should) fade.
Yes, me too.
-H
It is comforting to find another woman of like mind and heart and desires, H…