Stiletto chiming heels down my minds hall,
Door knobs turning,
I have a burning desire to grab you
And tell you you’re mine,
Such a fine representation of my fantasies,
And I love the way our love
Is wrapped up in fallacies…
It’s true…
Because nothing so illusory as love can be real,
Without the elements of fiction it steals,
BUT I want you to be real,
Real enough to
Make me come…
to realizations,
And I lose patience,
When your tides, they rise and they fall,
You are my lovers ghost,
Replaced only by what I supposed,
And I want to have your mouth,
Can I have your mouth?
Take your lips and place them where they can settle
On territory that is not theirs,
And leaving me shaking in the darkness,
Phantom orgasms
The wetness challenging the sheets,
To saturate
And there is no sating,
No fullness, no completion,
Just have you, need you, want you, breathe you,
Then some soul eclipse..
Deletion
I want to be inside your throat like sound,
Mouth gagged,
So to me you are bound,
You are my consummate merry go round
And I want to ride you until your brakes screech their pain..
And the faces,
Their colors go plain,
My stomach filled with the tension
And fear of spinning that’s like jumping from the top..
That eventually your love will
finally reach it's
STOP.
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