Corruption.


My eyes gaze upon him. The way he moves his body entices me. His arms swirling in strong, dizzying circles, beckoning me. His hips gyrating, begging me closer. Then his face. His face is empty, but still calls me to him. All that is left there is perfect, hard skin and a curvy smirk. Prideful, malignant smirk. He makes the skin on my hands sting with delight, as if I was already touching him. His smirk seems to soften, but only to begin a hypnotic hum. The chords deep, a slight off key sound. Just enough for me to keep listening, waiting patiently for it to become perfectly in tune. Small moments, single notes of teasing clarity keep me wanting. I remain for those moments as Corruption fools me. Lying to me. Letting me think that clarity only comes from this type of patience. From watching him, adorningly.

Corruption's long finger rises and curls to me, pulling me instantly closer. My body responds. I gasp as I move without my distinction. My eyes fearful, trying to look away. Long, bony, enticing hands of his wrap around my face, melding my eyes with his. Creating that instant, connecting hold. Imitating the most elegant seduction. Wrapping his arms around me fully, he latches to me. The scent of him, intoxicating. His touch leaving the most intense addiction. My own arms slowly circle his slender waist, as I grip onto him for his offered false security. His smirk returning to his twisted face. That prideful, malignant smirk.



Truth.

I finally notice his presence, just standing, waiting for my eyes to find his. His obvious care encouraging a small, safe smile from me. His arms open, not wanting, but instead knowing. Knowing I belong there. His appearance something I only now see, but it feels as if I have always known. His confident stance catching me off guard, making my body twitch away from Corruption slightly. Corruption responds, holding me tighter and sneering in Truth's direction. As Corruption attempts to claim the territory he found in me, Truth steps closer, arms still open, reaching for me. Watching this unselfish notion brings tears to my eyes, making my cheeks wet and shiny. Corruption wipes them, soothing what doesn't need to be soothed.

Truth gets close enough to touch me. All he does, is touch my hand. All of the feelings, the hot, seducing feelings that Corruption causes inside me by wrapping his arms around me, Truth makes me feel the same amount in just one touch of his hand. But instead these feelings are constant. Instead of false hope and lust, it is trust and joy. It overwhelms me.

Corruption speaks finally, whispering in my ear to stay. Whispering things that make my knees weak with hunger for his speech. The whispers begin, but then they always end. The saftey of them fickle.

I force my body to be able to turn towards Truth, as his touch... Is constant. The allure of Corruption still tempting me to return to his arms. Truth takes my doubts and fears, and instead of feeding them, tames them. With one touch he calms my tension down. Unable to remove Corruption from around myself, Truth pulls him off, one finger at a time. Using his strength to help me, protect me. All the time being patient with me for not being able to perform this function on my own.

When Corruption is finally removed from me, I enter Truth's arms. And finally... I know just like he does. I know where I belong.