Bondage

There he stood, the soft moonlight making ripples of familiarity on his phlegmatic face. His thoughts came down upon him like a shroud, baring their brutal reality against his powerless self. He wanted to reach out. Into the fiery night. Into freedom. Into the blue, blue sea that stretched so endlessly beyond the horizon. Into himself. Into anything. To escape this tortured, masochistic affair he was cocooned in.

But how, how could he let her go. She. As she began weaving herself into his thoughts, it was all he could do from exploding. She metastasized through his being as a force so potent that nothing, not even him could stop her. She. A woman so beyond description. A woman who defied womanhood, but was the very essence of it. A woman who seemed to be an aura herself. He plunged into his psyche, exploring his enslavement to this beast, which had very nearly ruined him. She coursed in his veins. A venom so powerful; he knew without really knowing that this bondage would cause all else to fade into nothingness. It was, perhaps, what a part of him wanted.