My only limits are flesh that cover flesh. Muscle and Tissue.
Bones that break if you bend me too far past my virtue.
What is virtue?
Well I have been in the solace of silence for a year now, and cannot tell you with words what is inherently ephemeral. I can dance it for you when you dream. I can sound it out with wordless song softly against your ear.
But as some time passes, the beauty of projection fades and you will come to me one day demanding I show you.
I will run from you then.
Persistent you will chase after and press me against the darkest corner weeping.
With dry eyes I'll look at you, my mouth will open but no sound will emit. You take these wordless sighs as a relapse in integrity. Your lips hot will press against my own, and in slips your tongue with both arousal and despair. In knowing...
They will part for you every time, when your need aches and searches for my cure. I shall never say no to you, you know this. Yet you know also this, that I will never say yes to you either.