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i do not like your doubts when i am sure i do not like your hesitation,

i do not like your doubts when when i am determined.

i do not like your deception

i do not like your lies, they feed my fears,

i do not like your ways.

but who are you?

you are part of me. you are mine, all mine.

who else would caress your roughness? who else takes you in when you have been beaten?

but why do you feel hurt at my tears of joy?

have we not been good friends?

remember when you saved me once or twice?

am i the great ungrateful?

why do you not just accept my joy?

seduction

another said words seduce

"il faut laisser les fantasmes être des fantasmes"

seduction and magic, he accused.

i stood there, accused and ignorant, you entered and seduced.

magic it was.

pure plain magic, ego magic.

caresses you called the magic

ecstasy i called the caresses

the wind blows the storm nears the desires wane

the desire that unfurls the lust that surrenders the seduction that seduces

the power of silence.

another another time another life another day another

not yet, he said not yet.

ignorant, seduced, and here. magic.

not yet.