pale blue lights
hip digging fingrtips
music soft in relation
to the pulsating of thighs
cool crisp sheets
moans so deep
breathing takes the form
of a song all it's own
slowly i come
to my displaced senses
the bed is a mess
and the clothes on the floor
i'm gathered and dressed
before you notice i'm moving
you reach out to hold me
but like a dream
i am no more
hip digging fingrtips
music soft in relation
to the pulsating of thighs
cool crisp sheets
moans so deep
breathing takes the form
of a song all it's own
slowly i come
to my displaced senses
the bed is a mess
and the clothes on the floor
i'm gathered and dressed
before you notice i'm moving
you reach out to hold me
but like a dream
i am no more
You still ticked at me?
polite infatuation
broken down
to bleak appeal
her eyes recognised
desire
as immortality
and love
a waste of time