A Simple taste is all we really ask for.
A simple pleasure is all everyone really want.
But what if I wanted it all..
What if I wanted the simplicity of being able to taste her with pleasure written all over my face.
Knowing it was my skin touching hers. Merging together. Melting into an embrace.
Oh how I dream. Isn't that funny, how that perfect girl is real, yet I'm only able to touch her in my thoughts..
Feel her smooth skin, kiss her soft lips, run my hands through her dark hair.
I'm kidding myself, so much.
I knew what this would lead to.
I'd run away again, try and forget myself, forget who I was, forget everyone.
Yet she was like a incurable disease. She'd never leave my mind.
I just wanted my mind back! To think my own thoughts again, without knowing, the others would be able to see what was also on my mind.
I tried my best to block them out, but I knew I couldn't hold this barrier long enough.
My physical barrier was falling down just as bad. The others were soon enough realising what was up with me.
I don't know how much longer I could take it. How much longer I could torture myself. Thinking about how that leech was the one who got to touch her skin. Got to kiss her, without a punch being thrown at him.
It sickened me.
Like really, really sickened me..
This was my release. My energetic leap away from reality.
Rough fur, ripping through tough skin. Hunching into a position where I could run faster, on all fours.
It was the noises that made me feel at ease, and the feel that made me feel completely comfortable.
The soft and quick thudding, of my paws on the dirty, delicate ground.
The air rushing through my fur and feeling it strike me slightly on the skin below.
How I saw everything rush by, a quick blur, and then knowing the fact that I was free.
Free to run. Free to be myself. Free to let my mind wander, without being intruded.
But I knew soon enough, I couldn't resist the urge to go back to it all.
Back to the harsh reality, which I called home..
