A Precious Pestilence

     Spreading my limbs, my instincts were telling me to close my legs and run.  I didn't listen.  Nine, straight-as-an-arrow inches of perfection was inserted.  Gently.  Firmly.  Painfully.  I soon found myself in a delicious delirium.  I kicked at Heaven's basement and Hell's ceiling warmed by backside.  Am I being fucked by a fallen angel or an ascending devil?  Am I experiencing a religious catharsis or devolving into a grunting caveman?

     I should have known.  Foreign forces began to flood my body.  Jealousy.  Greed.  A severe synergy of joy and depression filled my head.  I celebrated the erotic explosions while mourning the fact you can't fuck me forever.  Confusion at its finest.  Chaos contained by the quality of this moment.  After being bathed, rinsed and bathed again in our pearls and seed; I knew I've contracted something. 

     It started as mental fog, followed by blurry vision.  Suddenly, my equilibrium was thrown off balance.  Stumbling out of your chambers, my mind and body were disjointed.  The next day, I started to experience allergic reactions.  Your text messages made me short of breath.  Your voice deleted my short term memories.  What was I doing, again?  Where was I going?

     Hopefully, early detection would grant my condition: treatable.  There's no cure for this; but with the proper therapy and assistance, I could live a normal life with this sickness.  If I could keep this infection limited to my heart, I could rest easy knowing that it wouldn't spread into other areas of my life.  My brain's chemistry could regain balance.  My motor skills could strengthen.  The shaking could stop.  If I could abstain from those nine, straight-as-an-arrow inches of perfection...