• Distant eyes fall over me
    like autumn- carelessly swift.
    A smooth caress of hearts,
    or was that just your hand
    slithering through, tugging at my heart?
    Silk sheets wrap me in folds
    of your intoxicating body (playing
    along my skin like a light flickering).
    I’m washed over in a warped sense
    of fear, loathing and wonderment.
    You're snaking on the bed attracted
    to the heat of the moment,
    but is that all you care about?
    As you n** at my pulse,
    all my thoughts can mimic
    are the song’s last words,
    a subliminal understanding,

    “Is this real(ly what I want)?"