Her eyes told a story,
betrayal and longing.
Lucid dreams
stolen
and
beauty
passion steams
refullfilled belonging
two paths entertwined
His eyes
lovingly hold hers.
Beauty trasnformed by
a newfound love, consumed
by passion and stilled by the quiet
heartbeat of ten thousand
comfortable silences.
Her slender frame
his arms.
How can the act of her
casually brushing
herself against
his side
ignite
wanton
lust need more
powerful than naked
acts undulating desire.
Where
does it say
that confronting
your fears creates
no choice but to face
them and recover in what
ever way you can or
fuck everything
and run for
the hills.
All the lines in his face
told a sad story
of lost love
and cold
fear.
A smile
on his lips
bespoke of the
carefree desire of hope.
