Tale of a threesome
There is a me. Let us call him X. X is a lover of pleasure of all sorts, but the more kinkier and dangerous, the better. He loves freedom more than anything, flirts with everyone, is reckless, narcissist, grey, vicious at times, and plays games without a twinge of morality, dark and cruel, loves being on top, is fun, witty, charming and definitely attractive, all sun and light, but totally amoral. He is a wine that goes well with both women and men. He is promiscuous and delights in infidelity, for promiscuity prevents him from becoming the slave of any one person, and because like a mad drunkard, he seeks to behold every form in which the beauty of the divine beloved is manifested. He knows the hearts of men, and knows how to give them pleasure, but he always withholds the supreme pleasure. He never loses.
There is a me. Let us call him Y. He loves games too much to leave them, but he is moral at heart, more or less, as far as possible, is responsible to those he loves, dreads hurting them, helps people. He is the sweetness that keeps things simmering and intense, he loves and is loved. Those he loves, whether they are related to him by blood or not, he calls family. Y can give his life for the ones he loves, but not the freedom of his body and mind, his inner sovereignty. In return, he can give all freedom to the ones he loves, and yet love them fully.
There is a me. Let us call him Z. No man or woman has access to him. He is dark and brooding, light and cheerful, he is always faithful and never in word or deed will he ever betray the one he loves. His heart is narrow, for with the maniac, possessive and majestic love he can give, he can have space for only one person in his core, his base, his everything, he can make the one person of his dreams fly. Infidelity, physical or mental, infidelity that lasts even for the winking of an eye, in a stolen and quickly buried-into-the-subconscious glance at a stranger, is the one thing he cannot tolerate, and since all men and women he has met are partially or fully unfaithful to him and to others, he has allowed till now, no one access to him. To love Z, to be loved by Z, you must forsake desire for everything and everyone except him, become a monk, and then he shall initiate you into a dangerous and cruel love, the grandest love the world can see. He will surrender completely and unreservedly to that one, and will receive complete and willing surrender. Z sees his love in everything, and his love shall see Z in everything, in every meaning and beauty and form, and all directionless metaphors shall lose their power and collapse into the spring dust. Their love shall last till death and beyond. He craves a love that is divine, whether the divine be manifested in form or not. He has tasted of ecstasy already, and will settle for nothing less. For the one he loves, Z can give not only his life, but his everything.
If and when Z were to meet the right one, X would cease to be promiscuous, for in the one Z loves, X, Y and Z shall see the world, see the all. Z shall have no problem in being faithful, for the world shall be metaphors for the one he loves.
There is a me. Let us call him X. X is a lover of pleasure of all sorts, but the more kinkier and dangerous, the better. He loves freedom more than anything, flirts with everyone, is reckless, narcissist, grey, vicious at times, and plays games without a twinge of morality, dark and cruel, loves being on top, is fun, witty, charming and definitely attractive, all sun and light, but totally amoral. He is a wine that goes well with both women and men. He is promiscuous and delights in infidelity, for promiscuity prevents him from becoming the slave of any one person, and because like a mad drunkard, he seeks to behold every form in which the beauty of the divine beloved is manifested. He knows the hearts of men, and knows how to give them pleasure, but he always withholds the supreme pleasure. He never loses.
There is a me. Let us call him Y. He loves games too much to leave them, but he is moral at heart, more or less, as far as possible, is responsible to those he loves, dreads hurting them, helps people. He is the sweetness that keeps things simmering and intense, he loves and is loved. Those he loves, whether they are related to him by blood or not, he calls family. Y can give his life for the ones he loves, but not the freedom of his body and mind, his inner sovereignty. In return, he can give all freedom to the ones he loves, and yet love them fully.
There is a me. Let us call him Z. No man or woman has access to him. He is dark and brooding, light and cheerful, he is always faithful and never in word or deed will he ever betray the one he loves. His heart is narrow, for with the maniac, possessive and majestic love he can give, he can have space for only one person in his core, his base, his everything, he can make the one person of his dreams fly. Infidelity, physical or mental, infidelity that lasts even for the winking of an eye, in a stolen and quickly buried-into-the-subconscious glance at a stranger, is the one thing he cannot tolerate, and since all men and women he has met are partially or fully unfaithful to him and to others, he has allowed till now, no one access to him. To love Z, to be loved by Z, you must forsake desire for everything and everyone except him, become a monk, and then he shall initiate you into a dangerous and cruel love, the grandest love the world can see. He will surrender completely and unreservedly to that one, and will receive complete and willing surrender. Z sees his love in everything, and his love shall see Z in everything, in every meaning and beauty and form, and all directionless metaphors shall lose their power and collapse into the spring dust. Their love shall last till death and beyond. He craves a love that is divine, whether the divine be manifested in form or not. He has tasted of ecstasy already, and will settle for nothing less. For the one he loves, Z can give not only his life, but his everything.
If and when Z were to meet the right one, X would cease to be promiscuous, for in the one Z loves, X, Y and Z shall see the world, see the all. Z shall have no problem in being faithful, for the world shall be metaphors for the one he loves.
every step you take with me, i shall take with you
love me more than anyone else in the world, i shall love you more than all creation
love me and let me be your everything, everything you love, everything you hate, everything you are mad about, love me only, i shall love you only, and every person i shall love, i shall love in you, through you, and for your sake only
~~~the Wolf
~~~the Wolf
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