I can sense her urges
Like a bee senses of nectar
Her devastating judgment posses bitterness
That solidifies my nerves
That clouds my eternal judgment
I can sense her impulses
That slowly latches itself to my essence
Like a leech to a lifeless fish
As my hands slowly caress her hips
My very nature is transformed, only when held in her arms
The heat that we creates quickly modifies into steam
And evaporates in an instant, only thing left behind is my innocent's
That sits and cries, head buried in his knees, barley gasping to breathe
I can sense her icy whisper, as it brushes pa** my eardrums
Alerting a sense of interference and hopelessness
As she circles me, like a group of sharks that's been starved
She quickly shuns, my presence when I raise a finger
I can no longer sense her existence
She leaves me alone blinded unable to see her perfect face
She leave me deaf incapable to her perfect voice
She leaves me frozen, powerless unable to grasp her perfect body
She leaves me wedged in between fantasy and reality, blank and empty like a white page.