Part III

Slowly I allow you to undress me, our bodies gliding in a synchronistic cadence that only years of practice can attest to. No amount of time or lapse of in between can compare to the feeling of you on top of me. Climax leads to confusion as I drift into the abyss of me and you. This is all a façade.  So I will put old feelings aside and go on living this life of mine. For even though I am daily haunted with memories that fall over me like a blanket of gossamers in a desolate field and am constantly set forth in a whirl wind of desire by allowing them to osculate through my heart just one more time; it only brings me back to the state of conjuncture that you left me in, where it all fell apart. Like shards of zircon, stunning and seemingly real to the untrained eye, you envelope my entire being; consuming me for all that I am worth. It will take many a sleepless night to get you out of my mind.