Secured in his arms,
Reality fades into a dream,
One she hopes to never wake from.
Seduced by the feel of his skin,
like melatonin to an insomniac,
His touch being the only solution.
Threaded among the moonlight,
Constellations carefully etched across the sky,
Their destiny mapped out in front of their eyes.
She runs her hands down his back, entranced entirely by him.
His intentions, entranced entirely by her fragile physique.
Her urges take over,
Losing control again,
Distracted by warped illusions,
Failing to remember,
The future she’s been unable to escape.
Fooled by his caress,
The stars fall out of foucs,
Causing the drugs to lose effect.
