She's deep inside my eyes, I'm lost in hers.
I gently draw rough fingers on her cheek.
She with the pleasure rests her eyelids closed,
and brings her head and nestles next to mine.
Then softness of such lips upon my neck!
In painful pleasure, brought to her behest;
I lie collapsed, yet dizzy with the heights.
Now peaceful warmth, her smile covers me.
For understanding, words so obselete;
the fixed and deep embrace of eyes suffice.
Reality un-natural and un-wanted.
Reality obnoxiously demands.
It's ally marches on with constant pace:
our icy, heartless, lonely, taunting foe.
Tristan
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