Hold it, Touch it, Feel it,
but don’t let it ever drop.
Don’t drop this long lost forgotten feeling
that is letting me grasp your clothes as I am
stripping them away.
In which our feelings were beginning to lose
its essence as soon as I stripped the last piece of her garment.
No need to feel the emotion for as soon as the skin was touching
another skin we were weaving ourselves in
a coarse but delicate euphoric state.
A state that we were trembling but when we
began holding each other there was a sleight of hand.
The hands that we begin to hold in sacrilege were the cause of its sleight.
As we felt hope as that blissful moment and
ignorance was the new knowledge exchanged for
an unclean and impure moment.
We know not the consequences between
The two because
it was ephemeral-that moment that could split the real world and surreal-
it was evanescent-moist and blood mingled only to reunite to our garments-
and…
it was absolute-only between now and later will be the certainty that we’ll make it.
As the deep sighs were exchanged the
unnerved feeling of that forgotten feeling
began to subside wholly.
Lying across from each other that
corseted body was one of the objects of
my affection in its morphed state.
As I let my hands guide you through your heart
these feelings of
awe-for shapes and curves were known to be the biggest curse of beauty
anxiety- sweat and tears were mixing in unison that a single drop came from us
and…
despair began running through my mind.
Although I see you clearly from this side wholly as
your beauty is unparalleled to everyone that
begins to unfold like winter blooms that show
their purest bosoms and spreads like white butterflies
giving off a glimmer in the night sky.
The stitched heart that we held began to lose
its stitches as it clearly tells us
That we don’t need to repair it for
it has been mended and the wounds are clearly healed.
As we recalled it, no harm was done in it,
it was just waiting to be mended.
The soul that we call-
The universal amorphous being is beginning
to embed codes of feelings, emotions and time.
Feelings embedded are seen everywhere because we
told our bodies to respond in a shaky, loose manner
that we’re holding nothing back and not looking back.
Emotions recreated and relayed in suspended motion
tempts our bodies to keep moving till sanity takes over
The Irrational and defeats it.
Time is the amount we put through to strip our virginity
like there was no time left for breathing change and renewal.
As I sigh I began to look at you as you were on top of the world.
Feeling those soft, firm breasts, that orgasmic feeling of you shaking.
Suddenly I blew at your gentle face and you stopped in a heartbeat just like me.
In that reserved moment we smiled and kissed each other softly.
Also, in that momentous bliss, we felt paradise as our escape in this
world of pride and lies.
Before I forget this night I write in soul and heart this assembled
homage of familiarity and nostalgia.
Familiarity that this bodies may be together again someday.
Nostalgia as we feel this body assembled again at this place.
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