The man with no name... He
glued into the velvety warmth of a sofa,
drowned in the reverie of a man made of dreams...
staring outside onto the autumnal air
the colourful leaves resembling my inner being;
an ensemble of a sparkling fire and a flowing river,
painted vividly in a vision in my mind.
The grey clouds dim the mood yet flow the thoughts
of a man with no name,
only the heavens above could have brought him to earth,
my heart yearning with lust,
he enters my soul.
From the moment he grabs me at first glance,
opening the door to his hungry look,
eyeing me head to toe with pure lust,
tingling my every cell with desire
for the stroke of his hands touching my bare soul.
A passionate embrace to tremble the earth
laying beneath my feet,
now gently floating off the ground
swaying as a feather into a space of infinity.
He devours me as a lion on prey
with a devotion that has lasted over a decade
and yet each time as new, fresh, as the morning air.
There are no words to add to such splendour of a feeling,
craving for passion, cherishing each sensual second of the hour,
a longing for the bodies entwined, where the souls reach;
a state of utopia.
He is the song I cannot sing.
He appears, sweeps me off my feet,
only to disappear as a phantom
in an opera filled with ecstasy.
The hours pass in a state of delirium,
a declaration of lust, the sensation of each caress
turning the world upside down;
in encounters enriched with passion.
Our lives could not be further apart,
Destiny brought us together
and it will take its course to do as it pleases.
He leaves to his as I continue on my road
of a life rich with joy and blessings.
There is no guarantee in anything in life.
Why would I live with any expectation
but that of an exciting, bright journey ahead.
Thus, he is gone one more time.
I do not miss him
but reminisce about the good times
with a smile at the unknown future that awaits.
I am life!
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