My mind constantly drifts into the lands, castles, and bedrooms of fables, fairy tales, and fantasies. I find myself in a reverie … more like an erotic meltdown … sheets drenched from the tears of my fragile body. It has been years since I’ve had the pleasure of being pleasured. It has been years since I’ve had the desire to touch, feel, lick, suck, or even taste a man. It has been years since I’ve had the heart to share or love and be loved by someone else (including myself). But, it has only been a few moments of time in the present since I’ve yearned for him … his time, his commitment, his stress, his pain, his tears, his joy, his happiness, his masculinity … him nurturing the rib I cracked.
Is this a dream by night or a dream by day? Is this a figment of my imagination? Is this another generational folktale? Am I both the protagonist and the antagonist in this dry ass reality? I … I suppose … Thoughts are pillars of our reality … the stepping stones of unknown truths.
Fables, Fairy Tales, and Fantasies .. What’s your story?