It was the right time, maybe not even the right time, they had time, so it was time. But that doesnt factor in, there are no such things as minutes or seconds and hours when youre facing that ragged stray named lust. Yes, it was time. The sun was falling in the arms of another and so was he. But there was no sun, no sun and no sky, no complex, no room, no chairs or pencils, there was just her, just her voice. Her voice that he instantly fell in love with, a voice that demanded respect and adoration and steamed his heart. They both wanted this. Yes, it was time. Her seas were rupturous and he had hit storms on them before, but it was calmer waters today. He went sailing in without a second thought, always ready to brave those waves. Always prepared from forward to aft, this journey scared him little. There was also no shuddering or trembling. Because real lovers make other things shudder and tremble with the way they move and gamble away the time that wasn't there. Yes, it was time. There it was. The chance to be animal again! Nothings ever dominated him so. The supreme action! There it was. Rebirth without religion, Death without eternity. He asked himself the question available to any situation, what had he done to deserve this? No time to think about that, no time at all. Yes, it was time. Time for battle. The only real war fought in un-warlike conditions, a war between he and himself, between he and other men, between he and everyone. Because when are we truly connected to every living thing if not in that one moment. The war of peace fought in the sheets. This war made them better people. It solidified them. In her voice he heard salvation, in her soul he sought his sanctuary. It was a mission. Yes, it was time. She felt like home. So he went inside, and walked up her steps and into her rooms. Closing the doors ever so gently as to not make a sound, and trying to leave everything as he found it. Feeling the floorboards creek underneath him, he inbibed her atmosphere. She was home. And so was he. And yes, it was time. Time to prove himself to god almighty, if you will, trying not to stumble on the stairway to valhalla. He was in her house, she was in his mind. A fever he couldn't sweat out, a pleasure he wouldn't deny. No reason to cast doubts, no time to say goodbye. Just time that wasn't there, yes, it was time.

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