Their lips burned with passion
Their bodies
This collision of souls
Perfectly conducted; a
Religious experience
Almost.
Then
A wavering
A fault
In their union.
The fault;
Their bodies loved with
Familiar passion
Yet empty it was;
Baseless
Soulless
Superficial 'loving'.
"He's not mine" she thought
"She's not the one" he knew
In that moment;
A decision was made
Loneliness, or empty love?
Empty love.
We choose
Fulfilled hollowness.