Your love, like heroin…
Your love, like Heroin…
Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty. Your pale skin and your face. Men would die for. I asked you. Are you hiding your true face my lady love?
You sat bare-ass on a soft chair facing the mirror. You turned to me and you told me. Johnnie, Johnnie, you are addicted to me. I am your Heroin and you do not want to see how ugly I became. I was once a beauty, damn cigarettes, booze and drugs. And I love the damn men who would steal everything from me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You are just a con man with a poet’s face. You don’t want love. You want to become a part of me. You love us fighting in a bed of sin, gin and the liar’s prayer. You taught me well lover. Say the words Johnnie.
“The lover’s prayer.
Bliss, kiss and skin.
Take and take,
steal and steal more.
Bleeding and screaming till we can fuck no-more,
lying, dying and crying we do love.
We love the black night, the strong whiskey and feeling so damn good.
We pray to the Goddess of the night.
Give me more and give me more.
Make me believe. Love is near us and so damn far away.
Half-drunk kisses, lazy hugs and words of gratitude.
This is what I want.”‘
Carolina smiled and she whispered. We have Reno, we have our secret place.
I love you word man. Maybe you can’t see the truth no-more and I am your Heroin.
Maybe this is all we have.
Coyote
What do we want. You show the puzzle well. Might be that love appears in a calm moment that is too short, hard to gain, easy to lose.
The games, the banter, and the play, the instincts to reproduce.
Food and battle, the instincts to survive.
Empathy and helping someone, teaching someone.
Are all these instinct games.
Is there somewhere in the middle between a game and a pleasure where a person loves separate from all material things and there is a higher moment in-between everything the two both own.
It seems like there must be something in the middle. If they could determine if rats love, they might have an answer. They have studied what rats like to do and measured the activity in the pleasure centers of their brains. They implanted an electrode in the pleasure center of a rat and connected a stimulator to a bar that they could push with their paw. They were given a choice of different bars to push. There was one that released food, one for water, one to open a door so they could play with another rat etc. They chose the pleasure bar and nothing else. They stopped eating or drinking or socializing and only pressed the pleasure bar. Would people choose the in-between?
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Sometime we choose both. Need proper timing and two people needing the same things.
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Heroin is perfect there as it conjures sometime you can’t quit even if you wanted to, a dirty sort of high. Brilliant, and I love the bare buns and the dialogue. You e created something intimate and now we’re dirty for watching it all. 💜💜
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Thank you, dear friend. Good to be high on passion.
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