Temperatures rise, clothes fly, bodies sweat.
Telling each other lies to comfort our heads.
Kissing down her body till she’s soaking wet.
Slamming her arms down on my bed.

Sliding my tongue deep inside.
Holding her thighs wide.
Till her body is tremendously satisfied.
And my mouth fills up like the rising tide.

Pulling her on top of me to take the ride of her life.
Feeling every inch extend and retract.
Pleasure so great you feel like it’s the afterlife.
Our bodies start to attract the contact.

We are just objects of lust.
Just because that’s true doesn’t mean we must, distrust.

I slowly slide my hand down your spine.
I run them to your hips, as I kiss you’re perfect lips.
I look deep into your eyes until you beg for all nine.
I start to slip in the tip as we dig in with our fingertips and tighten our grips.

I push in half the shaft.
Our hearts race and we lose all sense of control.
It begins to feel like some type of witchcraft.
We are so engulfed in pleasure that we touch each other’s soul.

Our bodies finally connect and become one.
Being inside you makes me lose all sense of reality.
The lines that separate dreams and reality have come undone.
Everything that could be, or set us free are between you and me.

At this time we both finish.
And our ****** urges diminish.

Do you know what it feels like to fall out of love? to be a stranger in the world once more?
its an odd feeling to have memories of a life that doesnt belong to you now.
walking past places and seeing that memory of that place you used to adore.
you look back and while you know what all happened, you dont really know how.

feels like you exist in another dimension, an extension of comprehension that gives you a new intention.
you start seeing everything so differently, you excape the captivity and emerge from invisibility.
its at the point that you knwo you're gonna okay that you have hit the ascension.
you realize your true capability and work towards your own reassembly.

you feel the tides changing and the moon phasing.
with each inhale your thoughts reorganize.
you start walking forward as the path is rearraging.
and you realize that you can visualize the otherwise unrecongnized.

that you've only cut the ties of what suppressed your progress.
but now you possess the equation for success.

Fast cars.
Red lights.
Wrecked hearts.
Goodnight.

I could meet someone and go on dates.
We could exchange ideas and thoughts and our number.
But you’d fall in love and call us soulmates.
And that would really be a ******.

I’m sure you’d be an amazing person.
My hearts already taken, I’m in love.
Then our situation would only worsen.
Because then there would be a feeling you cant get rid of.

The person I love doesn’t love me back.
You tried to change my affection, my direction.
But you couldn’t get me off track.
Because she is my selection of perfection and I’m sure you’d have an objection to my rejection.

Because the emotion of devotion that I feel for her makes time move in slow motion.
And you would only end up broken.

Three years ago I met an angel, an entity who showed me infinity.
I was blessed by her touch, her love, and her voice.
I felt the affinity of her divinity.
I fell in love because I had no other choice.

That angel picked me, despite my unworthiness.
Loved me despite my mortality.
The memories of us are timeless.
Locked in a vault of Immateriality.

I stand before you now as a fragment of a memory.
A piece of the man tried so hard to be, a remnant of time.
Now our love is history, a mystery to people who will see our story for the next century.
I made a mistake that will last a lifetime.

Her grace will not bless my resting place.
Because our paths no longer interlace.