What if I scared him off?
What if my past, just that small brush
of it, was enough to dismiss me from his eyes?
Is being broken really so bad?
Is catching a breath, back to the
wall, eyes huge, so utterly disgusting that even we who see it every
day will curl our lips in revulsion to see it in those we may yet
love?
I do not think so.
I know I need time. I know I'll need
patience and understanding.
But give me these small gifts, and I
will become sensual.
My eyes, so wide with fear, can
glitter green with desire.
My back, once bowed, will curve in
delight and arousal.
My breath, released, can slide, smooth
and warm, over your skin and send shivers down your spine.
It will not be easy.
I know we live in a world of instant
gratification. I know we as humans and as mortals (for there is a
difference) have forgotten how to fight, and how to wait.
Trust me, I know.
I have seen interest fade before, a
mannerly mask not quite hiding irritated eyes.
“Why didn't you warn me?” those
eyes demand.
“I tried,” mine murmur back. “But
you were blind.”
So, for you, I warn. For you, while a
kitten wraps its purring self about my heart, I offer a glimpse.
Before anything serious. Before you find out for yourself, I warn.
And I may have lost you anyway.
But you know what?
I think that your loss is, somehow,
much,
much,
greater
than mine will ever be.
than mine will ever be.
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