Desire without release is brutal.
It is a hunger, a longing, a yearning.
It is a constant ache.
It crucifies nights and tortures days. It distracts, confuses, and leaves the senses shredded. It makes concentration challenging and application impossible.
It steals rational thought.
It refuses to allow peace.
It makes every moment urgent, every second restless.
It fidgets with time. It is pure torment.
Desire without release is brutal.
But relief, when it comes, is heaven.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a year ago, but desire is always brutal.
Art by Kamille Corry
rushmorejudd
December 6, 2018 at 6:35 pm
Sometimes the journey toward release can be enjoyed even more than the release itself. Sweet torment.
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Romantic Dominant
December 6, 2018 at 8:10 pm
Indeed so. Smiles.
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Letitia
December 6, 2018 at 6:46 pm
All of this. Every bit. Sweet, sweet release 🌺
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Romantic Dominant
December 6, 2018 at 8:11 pm
Smiles. Yes. Such release
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thereluctantpoet
December 7, 2018 at 8:50 pm
A little bit, very little is ok for a little tension but unfulfilled is just as you say – Brutal!! Super post! You should add this to your “Best Of” list!! Brilliant!
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Romantic Dominant
December 7, 2018 at 11:20 pm
Smiles. Thank you. Kind.
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thereluctantpoet
December 8, 2018 at 4:01 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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