She said you don't understand it's more than that it's bliss it envelops all that was and has ever been I said don't be silly I want to make love and then I want to **** I want to play songs on your skin that your lips don't know the words to drink the candlelight in your eyes get drunk like wine sweet as summer I want to paint goosebumps on your thighs trace the outline of our future as our shadows dance on the wall I want bodies to quake in a thundering rhythm ships soft as silk under siege by some unseen storm I want to color outside the lines of your body scribble musings with my fingertips read the response with the rise of your hips tattoo your curves like there's ink on my tongue I want to make you hit the high notes that make the sky split open reach the moment of utopia where ragged breath is broken and for a second gravity consumes the both of us I want our consciousness to float, made one by unseen forces while you lay beneath me ******* souls no longer out of focus and words no longer spoken rather, cloaked in golden hopeful moments left to float in some abyss of sacrilegious potency Your aroma has a pulse it sighs in my ear draws me in with scented fingers between your thighs, beneath your fears I want to soak in the madness as my sight disappears and all around us sprout the roots of prayers unanswered for years I want to collect the moments I leave you breathless in a jar by my bed so when the arch in your back leaves you on the cusp of paradise and lust I’ll crack the lid and let you feel nirvana like Buddha never did I wanna pay homage to your eyelids fluttering in heavy silences a testament to science how your stomach falls and rises I’ll savor the way your headboard creaks take pleasure on a ride through valleys and peaks I want ecstasy and movement to unite with the clench of your fists your trembling lips your sweat as it drips onto the sheets A sacrifice of pleasure and the message is received embrace the fire of each other now the Gods are intrigued I want heaven to fade away seeking solace in the midst of weak and shaky knees I want to hold you as satisfaction encloses the walls fold and collapse in on us and all that’s left in the world are two bodies the matrimony of synapses and two bodies a mattress moaning in the blackness and two bodies a matching set of sins and quick gasps and two bodies In a flash I relapse and there's no body And now I've perused road maps, mused with psychics read encyclopedias front to back trying to help find my way to... to I don't know what no maybe it's a who to help find my way back to the lover I lost my love to And then when I do I can finally ask her how come when we finish there’s no divinity left to hold onto? You see *** is my magnum opus, what I live for why I wrote this so as I sit engrossed in thoughts that linger and control me I want to say I picked a lotus watched in awe as it unfolded melted sorrows into roses with one colossus stroke of bones and flesh I learned the road to death gets bumpy if you’re lonely.
Magnum opus: the largest, and perhaps the best, greatest, most popular, or most renowned achievement of an artist.