For Evie

As I sit here, I am close to beauty.
The moment is calm. Normal. Unremarkable.
But the illusion hides the truth.
Behind the façade of tranquility is the lust.
The Hot Little Thing is fighting the undead.
No, really (well, not ‘really’, but it is true).
And I watch. I wait, it seems.
Why do I wait?
Why not just take it now?
I want to. Man. Do I want to!
Or if I have to wait, why not find another to sate my lust?
I guess it is because that is the Choice I am making.
And life is all about the freedoms and responsibility of choice.
We can choose almost any path in life, but then we have to take the bad with the good resulting from our decisions.
Like now.
Even though I am made to feel less, feel lost, I wait.
Maybe one day I will cease to wait, allowing things to go the way they have.
But maybe not.
For, even with the bullshit, the minor stresses and the major frustrations, it is still what I want.
What I need.
And what I love.
But I would still really rather be sliding and thrusting then typing this, I tell you!
Soon.
Soon….