She's deep inside my eyes, I'm lost in hers. <br />I gently draw rough fingers on her cheek. <br />She with the pleasure rests her eyelids closed, <br />and brings her head and nestles next to mine. <br /> <br />Then softness of such lips upon my neck! <br />In painful pleasure, brought to her behest; <br />I lie collapsed, yet dizzy with the heights. <br /> <br />Now peaceful warmth, her smile covers me. <br />For understanding, words so obselete; <br />the fixed and deep embrace of eyes suffice. <br /> <br />Reality un-natural and un-wanted. <br />Reality obnoxiously demands. <br />It's ally marches on with constant pace: <br />our icy, heartless, lonely, taunting foe.<br /><br />Tristan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-on-borrowed-time-a-sonnet/
