GEORGEViLLE

I saw her again, I laid my eyes on that beautiful passionate volcano Regret and nostalgia almost overwhelmed me for I missed her the sparkling gem of perfection that had warmed my cold lonesome life with heat and joy replaced my dark thoughts with boundless content and sensual adventure An angry flame that never quite run out of love I was a hateful ice block intimidated by her ember and smolders disarmed and threatened by her happy free spirit A burning flame of desire, she was a conflagration she tore me with her nerve wrecking force and knocked me over into a colourful bewildering cocktail of gratification and longing sealed over legal jargon and scorching vodka she was this enchanting spark that would burst into a consuming energy whose touch and kisses sent me into ceaseless trembles I am....was possessed, out of control high on catalyst, off-guard and fearful the fast speed ruptured us as well as heat and cold go I was ice and she was my fire...while the cind

Callous candid recollections plunge my now n yesterday self Flashes of past lives  pleasure and torment me my demons stalk, possess me conspiring with loneliness in a dirty liasion to choke and drown me into subdue I moan with dark uncertainty and peak in passionate consummation with danger dance-skiing on knife edges, courting and caressing grenades,triggers kissing the hangman's noose in playful hobby trading for  brief intimacy with comfort & content Nay, I reject the bittersweet blues of nostalgia I denounce the consuming need to answer and explain to pledge to 'concerned' folks to let me trek my path granting me orgasmic fulfillment in the drugs and poisons of my choice. By George W Kiwanuka @Georgewkiwanuka