'Erlking'

There's so much happening all around us. Good and bad. Some of us only notice the bad. Some of us recognize each for what it truly is. Everyone else is like a kind of free floater--they believe what they're told to believe.

In any case, it's important that people know there is beauty in both pain and passion. The human soul--the fire in all mankind--can only exist as a fine balancing act between the two states. One simply can't exist without the other. Everything else is just the result of human action, or is that human error?

This is exactly the way I described my life once. Beautifully painful and passionate. Here, life must be lived spontaneously on the edge if anyone is to survive. And that, in itself, is a beautiful and dangerous thing to witness.

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It was almost impossible for him to love her. Hell, it was difficult enough for him to even like her.

And she knew all of this. Her secret was that she knew he also needed her. Needed her forgiveness for an act he hadn't yet committed. Needed her to give him all of the physical love she possessed--willingly. And he needed this to be an act of bravery. Who's bravery, it did not really matter. Probably a little from both of them.

She knew he needed her, more than she needed him. But she still needed him.

It was what drove them together. Two of the most incompatible people coming together for what they knew would be the most degrading, and in turn, violently passionate sex of their whole lives. It was what they craved. An unblemished love.

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