Love or Desire

There is probably nothing worse than having to choose between love and desire, the ultimate couple, the love-birds that die without the other. But sometimes there comes along one person whom you love very deeply although that's where it ends. There are also people with whom you might offer your body and nothing more. But what happens if these two people come along at the same time?

It is safer, of course, to just choose love. In it there is security, a hope that even after all hair has fallen out of your head, you will still be loved. I don't think there is any one person who doesn't want or need to be loved.

But desire, oh, desire. How can a person give it up? Especially when somewhere inside you, you feel that there is love waiting for you if you want it. There may be no guarantee, but the possibility is there. And to be wanted, to be turned this way and that, to be whispered of pleasures to come, and to shiver at the touch of just one finger, it just doesn't equal the security that love has to offer.

As in all things, there is no knowing what the outcome ultimately is until the choice has been made. Should I defer the choice? Perhaps, but I don't like to lead people on.

I would love nothing else than to offer my entire self to the happiness of one man, but if that man could also be the man who loves me very deeply, loves me beyond the servitude I have to give, then I would be the happiest slave alive.