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Happiness?Happiness, what is it?
Why is it the feeling we all desire to have?
That emotion we feel compelled to grasp.
Longing to see her smile,
to feel her skin,
inhale her scent.
Hear the sound of her voice
as it echoes through the core of an empty vessel.
A soul without its mate,
wandering through an eternity...
Alone, Confused, Saddened by
what it doesnt have
and yet hopeful.
Hopeful that it may one day,
experience a love,
The joy to share with another being.
To feel needed, strong, useful.
To feel depended on,
to have someone he himself can fill with joy.
To know he is not bound to a body,
an empty, useless vessel without purpose.
They say the heart
is what has the power to judge and deem
Such a fragile organ.
Away with it!
He would say, if he
only knew of the pain it brought.
It clenches at the chest,
brings the eyes to water,
and pounds ever harder
in your presence.
So why do we desire...
SuccubusTrapped in the confounds of my mind,
listening to this music as time goes by
I take a breath and close my eyes,
as the reality around me begins to unwind
A smell, a scent so familiar and sweet
that my inner urges awake ready to feast
on nectar of this one fine beast.
This creature, this being, Ive conjured to be
the dance of seduction, my heart now her key
a toy for amusement, that wants to be free.
with lustful desire, a fire that burns
Eyes open a new to all that was learned.
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