I held my breath as you dived in. Inside me you remain as these hours go unnamed.
I close my eyes to the outside World. Your hips are my anchor as we keep pace with the songs in my head.
I could say that this is real life but it has never been more than the imagined version of my life.
You kiss me as I feel you go deeper inside. You whisper how much you love me.
These are the things I desire but all I do is dream. I never look for what I do not believe exists.
Love is sought but may never be found my me.
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