Whimsical Pleasures

I taste your lips in those intimate places;
Wrap my mind around you like silk sheets.
I adore you in spring time;
In fall you become a little too flaky for me.

I imagine being in yours arms is like a supernatural experience.
I yearn to feel our heartbeats in sync.

Joyous am I when I’m near you.
When the bitter taste of your goodbye doesn’t cripple me into non-existence.
I suppose you are better off just a dream.
When I awake I can write off your inconsistency as mere ficticious rambles of my imagination
And no true portrayal
Of the man I want you so desperately to be.

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