Accumulate as the sun
Reaches the sheets
Stained with the
Fragrance of
The moments
Still hovering over
The manipulation
And conversation
Among the affair
That took place
Within an instant as
If we didn't exist
And the world was our
Private island that
Could never be bought
Because we were so
Accomplished
And not to mention
Arrogant
With shared kisses
Between the legs
And the shaken
Pleasure that is
Given for the mere
Fact that one
Is infatuated with
The other
Or perhaps the moments
That are shared between
The sheets gives
Way to the realities of the world
To which we are trying
To escape
On the contrary,
Your touch
Your perspective
Your mind
intertwined Between mine
With no spaces in between
Legs crossed, fingers tangled,
Body glistening, curls gone astray
For those,
I would give you an
Intimate reality.
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