I have wondered recently if perhaps in life we don’t have a set “the one” like we are lead to believe. I wonder if we have two “the ones”, if we are lucky. Our first one is more lust, they’re the person who makes us want to rip our clothes off and run across a room, they make us want to do everything and anything. They become our world, because we are so in awe of them. You wake with a thirst to taste them on your lips, to feel their sweat against your body, their teeth graze your neck, clammy palms and swollen lips, saliva runs down your chin, their fingers in your mouth, they moan like the singing in ancient Babylon. They are the star.
The second one does not make you feel this at first it is different. This second one is a bridge over troubled water, they are safety, they are all those things you never realized you needed, they want to hear about your day and all of a sudden you are sharing the limelight, no longer are you in awe but you are equal, and perhaps being equal is more than you thought you’d get. Their mind stimulates all the corners and the cracks of you conscious self, you want to let them in and explore them with your words. They are pure, they are good, and though their sticky breath is not as sweet it is not bitter either, it is warm like chocolate dripping down your lips, and in time maybe it’ll feel as good licking it off their fingers as it did with the one before.