ethereal love

I am in love. Not with these souls or beautiful faces, but with silence, loneliness, sunset, oceans, rain, books, everything... Everything that makes me lose out on my human characteristics... That has the power to awe me, to engulf me, to devour me, to gnaw at me. This bond is inexplicable. It doesn't give you orgasmic pleasure, it gives you something more. Pleasure that you would love to die for. It will make you moan in admiration, you will gasp at the mere sight of those huge, powerful, masculine virility of mountains. ... You would moan for more, and nature would never disappoint you. .. This is beauty, my darling! You have been falling for desecrated things all your life. You have fallen for faces that had become an object of fetish for numerous lascivious gazes before you fell for them. Every human body loses it's piousness the moment it acquires youth and beauty because it unintentionally becomes an object of pleasure, something to stare at. But believe me, oh ignorant creature, your soul is still untouched; it's still hasn't been raped by those lecherous stares. Let me fall in love with that beauty. Let me drink your maidenhood to it's dreg, tonight, and write stories of our lovemaking on your heart with my fingers.
I want to see you grow into a woman in my arms. I know it will be difficult to handle your untamed youth, but I also know, in the right hands, you will blossom like a real woman. I will nourish your humanity, femininity, generosity like the way a woman nurtures an unborn in her womb. I will be your lover, your mother, your father, and a voice that will guide your through the dark. Just count on me. O ye lovely soul, have no qualms about my identity... You know me in and out, I grow with you, I am into you, I am what you make of me. You spoil me, you correct me, you teach me. But when you are in doubt I become you, and i correct you... You can call me your SOUL.