Rapture~An Illusion

Remembering the day I first saw your face...

The glint in your eyes inviting me to come and explore the limitless possibilities that abandoning all inhibitions could bring.



Reminiscing about the first time we touched...

The security of being wrapped in your arms and the electricity that flowed between you and I...

A promise of what was to come.



Recalling the first time our bodies united.

Slow and easy at first...fast and furious near the end...

The urgency of that final release mounting...

The insatiable lust clinging to the passion afforded it and refusing to let go.



Realizing that the time has now come to make the final decision.

Do I give in to the reasons that this shouldn't or couldn't be, or do I throw precaution to the wind and allow myself to be caught up in the rapture of you?

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Clayton Derby's picture

Wow, this poems is really amazing
Keep up the good work