by Tomorrow's Man
July 07, 2004
Love in the Pink Room, pt.4
Love has no concept of time, only of presence. Love -- with whip in hand and lust collared and panting at the end of leather puppet strings -- loves where and when and whom and what it wants to love. You can’t tell it not to. Don’t try. The Pope can’t, either. Or the President. Or the Man in the Moon. Or your lover. Love's got you by leather; and even if you think you're not listening, love is telling you what to do.
Oh; and you're doing it.