The appetite I wish was not in me

This was the eventual pièce de résistance

when I saw you organically

alter my genre

which was irresistibly platonic

to metaphorically an aroused state

slowly my heart could melt

away towards our bodies

an unplanned appetite

to say the least

when I undressed your emotions

and devoured all that was

for me

it was as if I forgot my verity

and caressed you as

this was it and no other day would come

for me to twist my senses

simply put, we made love

in the sweetest ways I could define

the objectivity got stolen away

in the moments of no-mind state

it was all about you and me

and nothing else would entertain

me at that time and place

the collusion

was it inevitable?

the way your hair fell on

half of your upper neck

and touched your breasts a little

could I have shut my eyes?

I really don't know

when it was all over

and I woke up at a different place

I still realized that

it was not a dream

it was something that lay

at the back of my soul

was it something I desired all through?

I wish I didn't write all of this

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