Chuck Clouser
09 / 11 / 2003

Again:

I hold your,
Gentle skin.
And kiss your quivering lips.
I bring you closer to me.
Closer to my being.

I pleasure in your delight.
Your smile touches my soul,
With a light that the brightest star,
Could not bear to reach.

My flame of desire and passion,
Burns with an eternal blaze,
That no one or nothing can extinguish.

You taste so good.
But,

I wake up, as I always do.
In the hands of another.

Just a puppet.
Just a doll.
My life is what it is.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

This is what I am.
This is my reality.

The reality…
That is…
Me.

I am the living doll.

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