true love in a condom

there she lay in front of you

moccha skin that smells like hot choco on sunday morning.

deep dark almond eyes

pulling you closer. wanting you nearer.

the feeling of her hair electrifies your slumbering spirit.

how you loved that feeling. how you longed for that feeling.

the heat has become intolerable.

it's swallowing you slowly.

you cannot take it. it's beautifully cruel.

your skin next to her could create

the universe.

the soles of your feet could explode like

waterfalls.

your undeniably hungry. infinitely thirsty.

and her...

desperately empty.

how she begged for you.

the opening of the great valley is such a leap of fate for her.

the enemy has surrendered.

surrendered to her brittle passion. surrendered to slavery.

and you...

still sturdy and selfish. still eyeing for the prey that your insatiable flesh would feast.

giving yourself but not giving it all. giving yourself but giving it just for yourself.

you made it good enough. how satisfying.

you took it all and left nothing.

you left her wanting.

she's empty then and she's empty now.

still, she didn't have you.

and perhaps...

she'll never have you

forever.