His hands move in sync
Swirling like the waves
In an imaginary tide
Eyes fixed, like disks
Emotions, mixed
Bodies illustrating the beat
I'm absorbing his heat
Face, a flushed glow resonating
Like passion from hating
Captured -
You fill me with rapture
Never felt before
Your heart bled into my core
Forever staining
That smoldering fire, remaining
Hate that bleeds like love
Love engorged by heat
Soul mates, and solely
Between the sheets
False comfort;
An illusion of you, for me.
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Raving Illusion
PoetryRaves, youth, love, lust, and reflections on an almost husband.