I am done. I have had enough of this. I can no longer sit here and be subjected to your blinding beauty. I have to leave. I must escape before my sanity returns. You are cleaning my polluted mind. Why must you invade my space with your intoxicating aromas even your faults create appeal. The lines your shape cuts through the shadows that surround, prickles my skin. I shudder at the thought of you touching me. Those hands glide with a lustful elegance that my mind struggles to fight. You are distracting to my goals of solitude and promiscuity. Stop it now, get out of there, I must run for cover. Why do you continue to look upon me and pierce with those eyes? What have I done to deserve this? Why must I continue to have you fall at my feet and play prey to my every whim? You may complete me but I was already complete before. Do you better me? No, of course not, I am the lone ranger, the lone wolf, the lone pine that stands alone. Quickly I must rush to the exit. No more can I have you on your knees, have you tied from post to post, gagged and blindfolded awaiting my move towards you. This is pure madness and will not stand for it. I do not have to feel comfort as you hold me high and take weight from my shoulders. You tantalising skills will imprison my desires no more. The taste of you on my lips with such sweetness I shall no longer be subjected to. I will find no longer the burden of your caring delights thrust upon me. Your perfect form shall no longer stain my eyes with unforgettable silhouettes. No more ear penetrating, mind blowing ecstasy do I have to find myself subjected to day after day after day. The unparalleled pleasure that is in constant flow, thrust upon me at every opportunity is a weight off my shoulders. The haunting of your every lip biting distraction will never find me again. I am gone. Crazy.
