Thirst

I cannot quench your thirst. Because even if you yearn for the truth, you refuse to believe in it.

your right I do not believe, the truth can be too hard to handle even if I yearn for it. protect me from it. Yet you titilatize me. My skin tingles.I want to hear the truth. But I can not bear it. I offer my neck to you, I can feel your breath, I want you to take me. But you hold back. I ache for you

I cannot quench your thirst. Because no such truth exists that you are in anticipation for.

Because the truth I want to hear is really not the truthbut a belief that I have would rather hear. It is a yearning for something that is within you. Something I could never posses. It flutters from my reach everytimeI think I am close. I need to drink but cannot, I want to drink but cannot. Not yet. The time will come.

But I still want to quench your thirst.Because I am the one the that put you into the desert.

but you could not have lead me there, with out my will to follow.there is only one thing that will quench my thirst. You hold the power, you knowhow and what is needed to quench my thirst, yet there is a power in being ableto hold it with in you, you see me yearn for it. you know the desire burns deep with in.I shall come to you. In the dead of night you shall find me in the shadows of your room. Waiting.You shall hear my breath. You will feel my finger tips lightly on your flesh as my hand strokes your bare skin. You will look and not see me, but I will be there. I will see your nake body laying under the sheets. The outline of what I hunger for, knowing the truth lies before me. The need to drink from you, you will feel me, and still your body will react. And still I am not there. In the morning you will wake, you will think about me. Was I really there? Your body fools you, it reacts as if I have been there.