Dotted by desire, maybe to be hot

or

cool…

 

She stood there and he walked by

He, an Alpha tender

She, a pleasure maker

 

He with a penis as his weapon

She with a sensitive vagina

Both covered in a ‘story’ they thought was creative

 

Selective ignorance as the skin is only a part of the Temple

Muscles can only bear the present

Bone is broken in mere seconds

 

In his voice, aloof, almost anger

In her voice, disdain for anything mortal

In their eyes though, the truth revealed

 

This, the folly of people

Lost in what they do not understand

Painting ignorance to express what they think, is magic

 

(silence)

 

Finding more wonder and joy in the daylight of shown

Secure in the night of darkness

Seeing the eyes from the other side of the mirror

what is and what is not real…