Burn these sheets and watch unacknowledged lust go up in flames,
lips formed around crashed words, the ashes are all that remains.
let the wind carry away the pain and guilt, passion built,
and fallen, I feel you on my fingertips, stretching, and ever searching,
Always grandeur is fabricated; your eyes flash in the flickering light,
candles forever playing cruel tricks on half-seeing eyes.
Golden skin tickling in anticipation, open-mouth kisses placed ever-softly, fleeing
hands sending shiver shocks of something hot and real, resembling passion.
Dark hooded eyes reflecting and taking only the best photographic lies,
in silence dance as two painted hearts beat in gun-chamber rhythm.
Cooling wrath and startled reasonless moans resonate within an empty room
playing melodies just to hear an echo of being ashamed of who we love.
Nothing hurts when you don’t feel too real, and it’s obvious these words are hollow lies,
though you wish with too big fantasies, and expect for me to strip bare,
I maintain my dignity, naked and clashing for you
upon grating sheets of naïve lust, shadows are indented;
bodies remain rocking in envious betrayal, adultery pained.
You might love me, yet instill my heart is dangled, empty and viciously demanding,
my aching thighs clenching, parchedly passion drank contently spread in viewing pleasure;
the burning addiction as all desired taken, nothing received or recovered
but wingless heartache as used chemical ruin.