The magic of reflected love
Sex and music, make me live.
Both do nothing to me, but give.
Pleasure, chills along my spine.
A feeling in the heart, simply sublime.
A rush of pure passion, taking over all.
I will never resist either’s call.
So when I found you, a kindred soul.
I know I was done, to you I’m sold.
A coronary-outbreak
Helped us to break out
A pulsing reformation of passionate dreams
Side to side, leaving no streaks…
A clean glass for looking
And what we saw, was each other
It’s the memories we Cherish
Of you and me
Covertly covered
Yet, somehow completely free
Our cold breath had revealed phantom pains
That our dissipated bodies warmed away