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I was down for three hours before I gave up the chase. I hurt to sleep. It just will not happen.
Beside a generally free running mind... her. During the down and medication titration I lost all track of celibacy. The last week, two, maybe three, as I recovered, I regained it. Perfectly. Flawlessly. Generally easily. Oh, it's not that I don't consider. It's not like I died below the belt. It's simply that I have command and control back. Tonight... tonight that was tested. She reminded me she is out there. Scents, visions, sounds, haunting my path to sleep. She might well attack in my sleep.
So available.
So soft.
So...Well, you get the point.
The truth, though, about her...
[lyrics]
And me...
It is so easy to forget. Love is... a thing for the living.
Good night, perhaps.
Me too for a few nights now. It is indeed painful.
ReplyDeleteWhen I push, my days shift. Sometimes a few hours, last night many. And, it, you are correct, hurts. Adds nice al dente bite, and perhaps a touch of bitter vitriol, to my posts, sometimes, too. Meh... people need savory to offset too much sweet in their psychic diet methinks!
ReplyDeleteAt least, after getting to sleep, I slept well and feel rested this morning. Pushing is making me just a bit tight bodily, but... as I said, I like that. At least, in my current condition.
I'll pray for sleep to find you at the right times. That's the part that is poison. A hurtdonut indeed.
Someone kissed me in my sleep last night. Startlingly, surge of pleasure.
ReplyDeleteHer facebook page said she had a nightmare...
Hmm...
Desert Cat,
ReplyDeleteActually, how women are? I think that is perfectly legitimate romance. I haven't figured it all out, and by all means if you have something for here foam, shoot... But there is something about romance, sex, and men that, while interesting to women, is... simply terrifying.
The more in a love a woman has been with me, the faster she seems to want to run away. When I have been... successful... basically when I haven't just let her go or pushed her away, at least in the past, the horror was pungent. Until... at some point things started making sense to her again, or... something.
So, yeah. I think you are in the right ballpark. Hey batta batta batta. *schawing*
I need to take the dog to the vets right now. Be back later sometime or not .. :-)
ReplyDeleteUhmhum. Travel safe, and I hope there are no puddles on teh way.
ReplyDeleteNo puddles. Her minor eye surgery went well.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not sure why you think women are afraid of romance, sex and men. Maybe it's just you. ;) (kidding, sorta)
Why? It's not so much the general notion. It's when it starts getting deep. And, maybe, it is me. But I have seen it in about every love I have known or tried to know. They very much want to be there, it just seems to be too heavy for them, somehow. I had one woman describe is being too drunk, taking that last sip that makes the world spin. But... she was drunk when she told me, so who knows.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I'm glad the... eye... surgery went well. I tend to not see things that I don't want to see. Eye surgery is one of those things. That'll put a spook in my haunt for a week, or until I can forget I read about it.
ReplyDeleteOh, don't worry about that, Doomster.
ReplyDeleteShe had a harmless cyst under her eyelid. Her eyelid just needed to be flipped over and the cyst cauterized .. :)
Double Gah!
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