The Many Faces of My Dear04:20 Mar 21 2006
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My lover is an enigma-
Strong yet weak, sexy but shy.
He's passionate and vulnerable.
Scared of the world, yet defender of the weak.
Split,fragmented-hurt to the core.
He tries to survive in a world of superficiality.
Not like others-shunned, laughed about.
Deep and true and beautiful-but no one sees.
There are others not seen-they live inside his shell.
Each has their place, their purpose.
When he needs them they are there
To be what he cannot.
I know them all-personally,intimitately.
Reaching deep, I feel them, see them.
They all need me in their own fashion.
I aid them when I am able.
One is strong, clinical, cold.
He gets what he wants-goes to any length to get it.
Reflective,aloof, cynical-all are he.
Pleasure to him is pain-only if its yours.
The next is quiet and shy, a blurred form of danger and laughter.
Rationally he will explain, joking while he rips you apart.
Seeming harmless, capable of the most harm.
Formless and hiding,he keeps to the shadows-a joker in deaths guise.
Another is raw emotion-feeling everything, holding back nothing.
He cries and screams, moans and begs.
Attention he craves-never received.
Touching and holding and knowing he is loved is his vice.
Another is immaculate,secquential-orderly to a fault.
He hides behind his facts and fiigures, locking himself away from the world.
Face scarred by his own hand, he is his mask.
Being accepted but anonymous is his only wish.
The incubus is left for last.
Sensual, sexy and charming-his ivory-marble skin enticing.
His tail wraps around your as he takes possession of your soul.
He will rip you to shreds as he kills you with sweet exstacy.
These sums make up the whole, a tortured battered man.
Some say he is mad, and mad he may be.
I find him lovely, vulnerable, angry,in need.
A beautiful soul I must help all I can.
My heart,soul, and being belong to them-I love him most dearly.
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NOKTURNL
15:32 Dec 28 2019
nice