Champion

Worthy

of this working out

The way that it was meant to be

Worrying makes being set free nothing more than a waste of time

Worthy

of him loving me for real

I have never stopped completely

He's telling me lately what I want to hear

But, he is doing it way too discreetly

I'm afraid to fall again

It was pure Hell the last time around

His soul lifts me high up off the ground

Seeing him eye to eye

He tasted my tongue again

He felt my orifice pulsate against his phallic wall

Standing high and mighty like a champion

My little soldier

Territorial he has become again and it is magical to me

I want to be his everything

I am sick of playing opossum

Trying to lie to myself and everyone around me who could care less anyway, as I have learned

We have earned each other

By fighting our own separate battles for so many years

Our fears are the same, if they even exist at all

I need to tell him to catch me now because I am falling faster than the monsoonal rains of Summers end

No veil

No lies

No pretending

No jokes

Tokes from the bong that began our song way back in 2009

Seven years later, at the divine crossroads of love unending 

Memories of a Pharaoh's time when he and I thrived in ecstasy

Golden manifesto

Upon the manifold of time

Onor

Sobodor

Mystici

Poseaum

Honoris

Beatis

Limpia

Amen-Ra

10/20/2016