No music… no music… no music...
No Music can compare to the song we made

You were the violin and I was the piano
Our chords danced in the ether
A melody sublime

Rising and falling we created color

The fusion the friction the ferocity the fantasy

The fantasy… the fantasy… the fantasy...

The fantasy evaporated
The song had to

End.

And, we both know...
It wouldn’t sound the same if we played it again

The chords are too familiar
                                                    The melody's not as sweet

I can hear you crying through the walls,
the muffled, choking of your feelings.
you're falling apart before my very soul,
and all I can do is knock on your door.

Maybe
when all is falling apart
it's just the renovation of our hearts

Maybe it's all a sign
that the hurt
is the beginning
of my healing.

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.