Unnatural

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isnt that the way
Everybodys got their dues in life to pay
I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know its everybodys sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life is in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know its true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true.

Peach fuzz moistness of his youthful skin inviting, still vital, so tentative just beneath my touch but not quite. My mouth so close I could have touched them to the little bow. Feeling the soft exhales warmth breathe across my face. A flutter of lashes with the movement of somnolent visions just under the surface .. dancing to a tempo no one else could hear .. dreams. No not a dream. Not here, but not gone. Not awake, but neither sleeping. Not alive yet a margin's escape from the beckon of the skies.

Looking up over the sleeping form of the boy I found the gaze of the elder. It was then I made the cognizant decision not to make the invasion of an innocence. Not to begin the unholy formation of threesome. Not at this moment. It was not yet time but soon ... soon. It was not going to be like the rape of the slave. She had at one time welcomed such and the outcome accepted but this one .. this one knew nothing of the impending pervasion. He was still virginal, pristine .. untainted. I whispered his name against the shell of his ear .. Djorian. How I would have savored the precise moment his eyes flew open wide with such a closeness, to be aware of my presence and even know the horror of such intimacy. I could not bring myself to make the violation. Not yet. I would but .. not yet. It was only a matter of time now.

I rose from my hover just over the tiny listless form without ever letting my eyes pull away from the elder's. He held no qualms of the ravage of one so young. It was written on the stoic features ... masked amid the expectation. I would return to this one ... for ... this one and he knew it.