RIDING MORTICIA By Mobius Drayus I find it hard to resist her charm……She’s always a willing partner in my sometimes oblivious maneuvering within the obstacles of motion. Together….Yet separate. A relationship none the less contrived on the boundaries of an acute obsession, though it follows a strictness of form and function. Movement along the lines of flesh and steel, forever molding itself into abstract emotions and the plebian of extreme euphoria without touching on the nature of the beast it shadows. …At one point she travels along the outer fringes of the dream, while a warm wind traces the outline of her violence, taking me onto its ever changing senses. She knows there have been many, yet graces the stream in which we ride without conviction, diving deep and caressing the desire that culminates within us both. Morticia was cold this morning……….But she soon invaded the dark chamber where she slumbered with her warmth, fettering the spark that soon would become her fire. Heart beating and blood moving onto the once chilled landscape of her conveyance. I was her God….Though not the one who had necessarily created her, but the one who brought to her, her reasons for living. Kick starting the mechanism to which she responds. Slowly turning the key to her heart. The crank drove the rod and piston up into the tight cylinder, and there the violence of explosions turned it back onto itself….Causing it to travel quickly in out of its lubricated entrance, the action becoming the fire, the fire becoming the insanity which would soon be nestled tightly between my legs. I choked her only enough to hear her purr….Only at half, just to shake her world. She spoke to me softly at first but as she heated her breathing became staggered, and she was impatient to bring her revolutions to their height…..the anticipation for us both became the sanction of the affair itself, motivated by the pleasures it would soon prescribe. Are you going to kill me with your dark insurrection?….Is this the time that you have chosen to thrust me upon the road of my unconscious death dreams, together reaching? She moved along the bleakness of the asphalt boulevard without hesitation, the question always unanswered, but the small prayer heeded as a reminder of her inherent danger. Her violence always apparent in our relationship, fucking the thing which drew us together and always linked us to its eventual end.

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