Depression

The Dark Knight --
Intensely Male,
Exuding strength and power,
Character and charm beyond compare,
Entices me with his inviting smile,
A smile radiating all the magic of romance.

The Knight extends his arm
Up through the inky, bottomless pit of depression,
Reaching toward me,
Seeking me out,
Beckoning me,
Drawing me closer and closer to his waiting hand,
His arms ready to enfold me,

Slipping into mindless oblivion in the black abyss
With the Dark Knight welcoming me
Would be so simple, ever so easy,
Painless, comforting,
And, above all, peaceful.

With confidence glowing in his eyes,
And gentleness and strength inherent in his touch,
His hand and mine join together
In ageless, unspoken harmony.
I step into the dusky mist,
Which swirls about my ankles
And rises to caress me.

My whispered name on his lips seduces me more,
Drawn ever nearer by the sweet murmurings,
The melody enthralls me,
And I go willingly into the safety of his arms
Which promise protection from the outside world --
I only want to belong to him.

I feel his muscular hardness pressing against me,
The tenderness in his kiss;
Captivated by his mouth
And by him.
I open my mind to him,
Accepting and trusting him,
The darkness and the warmth envelop me
And I no longer have to think.