We met in a state of trance

Iniquitous

differences apart

or whatever sets me in

I meet her

when I start the fire

She gives me a wholesome peck

and not so mellow trespass of a kiss

the lips cannot swallow the heat

I hold her and I see her melt

I upstart another thaw

and we celebrate

temporary-ness

this is the moment

of infectious insanity

and of intense touches of the soul

Over beer mugs.

I watch her move around

creative with the taste

making her move

makes me hold her hands

and make her melt

with the rejoice of lust

Am I wicked?

and the raging fire

Stalls the insights

Of facade of life as we know it

All barriers get shackled

I get situationally aligned

Into the rapturous merger

I rise with her

And the hungry souls

use the bodies, transitionally

clothes are not the barriers

and the fire

rages higher

I meet her

and we make beautiful love

The trance

Is happening now

and when I look out of the window

the clouds are up

and it may rain

any moment

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