Our Love

The fear is strong enough to keep us asunder

The desire is strong enough to bring us closer

Our love may be tragic

 

The tension is thick and palpable

The passion is strong and tangible

Our love may be aesthetic

 

Our hearts are on the gas pedal, screaming go

Our minds are on the brake pedal, pleading no

Our love may be idiotic

 

I want to get lost in you and make love to your mind

Stroke and stimulate your cranium until I blow your mind

Our love may be symbolic

 

Torn between love and lust

Lost between cost and trust

Our love may be chaotic

 

Pushing each other away though we’re the same, we retract

Pulling each other in like opposites, we attract

Our love may be magnetic

 

The further it goes, the more we crave it

The closer it comes, the less we savor it

Our love may be toxic

 

With our words, we take it slow to evaluate the situation

With our actions, we make it known this must remain our imagination

Our love may be fatalistic

 

An unrequited love may be tragic to a non-believer

An unrequited love can be magic to a dreamer

Our love may be comedic

 

Mesmerize me with your eyes

And seduce me with your touch

Our love can be magic

 

Entice me with your mouth

And envelop me with your words

Our love can be exotic

 

Go wild and push me against the wall

Both hands held above my head as you bite me softly

Our love can be animalistic

 

Go blind and pin me down on the floor

Both hands running down your back as you kiss me deeply

Our love can be eccentric

 

Slow and steady can win the race

Swift and speedy may halt the pace

Our love can be romantic

 

Ease me down gently as you increase my desire

Tease me slowly as you ignite my fire

Our love can be erotic

 

I will bring you to a state of ecstasy

As I play out my fantasy

Our love can be euphoric

 

Our ecstatic laughter so loud, it can capture noises

Our melodramatic silence so loud, it can drown out voices

Our love can be epidemic

 

Damn it, I can’t stand it, I want you to be mine to flaunt

Though, I must admit, sometimes it is fun to be on the hunt

Our love can be sporadic

 

Protecting each other from pain

Covering each other in the rain

Our love can be altruistic

 

Fighting against the odds, though it was hard, we did not falter

In the end, through all the risks, it was love we conquered

Our love can be heroic

 

 

Woodlynn Sance

11/25/15

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