I awake to the rhythm of our hearts, only to hear the offset beat of my own as I look at lust n imperviously text fate.
Lost ambitions seem vague when your affiliated with a love crime, only to be convicted with guilt. A sentence shoulder brushed by many.
Showered by sensational pleasure the contingence of my copulation had her speaking fragments, sinful adages of a gratified frame.
I close my eyes from shame because To that night love was tamed
And to that reality a dream was lived
Or was it temptation,
A question with no answer
Just a skit played by the romancer