I am the consummation of desire.
I hunger and thirst and scream inside to quench an endless aching cycle of desires, wants, needs – some real, some required, some imagined, some sought, some denied.
This is how we breed and are bred.
Celestial oscillations between the shred of frustration and the collapse of molten satisfaction.
But the dangerous, the taut, the mysterious, the rare human creature will invoke a need without intent to satisfy it. She will hold herself within the tension between these two poles to find that satisfaction is not the pulse, anticipation is.
A willing mind hung inside this suspended place develops an affection for the unlimited richness, an overflow of toothsome sensations and experiences which exist only inside that electrified space between satisfied / not satisfied.
What a crime to live a life chasing nothing in the end without savoring the chase. How tragic to be ignorant to the divine clutches of raw frustration.
That which we deny, denies us.
What mad ecstasy to dangle on a hook, torn between the pleasure of attaining our desires… and the pleasure of not.
~ Allison Marie Conway ~
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All my deepest love and affection. x