Sweet entrapment....

The victims we know so well
They shine in our eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you’re always there
Like a ghost in my dreams
And I keep on telling you
Please don’t do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
I have that strangest void for you

We love and we never tell
What places our hearts in the wishing well
Love lead us into the stream
And it’s sink or swim
Like it’s always been
And I keep on loving you
It’s the only thing to do
When the angel sings
There are greater things
Can I give them all to you?

Pull the strings of emotion
Take a ride into unknown pleasure
Feel like a child
On a dark night
Wishing there was some kind of heaven
I could be warm with your smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well

The victims we know so well
They shine in our eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you’re always there
Like a ghost in my dreams
And I keep on telling you
Please don’t do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
I have that strangest void for you

Show my heart some devotion
Push aside those that whisper never
Feel like a child on a dark night
Wishing we could spend it together
I could be warm with your smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well

(music translating my heart again - Victims, by Culture Club)

Those hands

And then there are those hands...

I somehow miss them as if I really knew them. I don't.
I held them once, casually. I could not even perceive clearly how I'd miss not grasping them harder. I could have kept them for a few more seconds... I can pass without the eyes, the mouth, but not the hands.

Long white hands. They seem strong and delicate at the same time. There where nights I dreamed of having them holding my face and pulling me to a perfect kiss. Sliding down my body reaching places unknown even to myself. Caressing me as I want, as I think I deserve.Like they could arouse and calm me at the same time. Like they could, and actually can even as a distant dream, take hold of my complete being - body and soul - and make me surrender and  give myself to any comand of theirs.

Those hands...

Better stop thinking about them!
But the more I try, the more they come to me.



(I can dream, can't I?)