it was a young lovers living fantasy.
a majestic flow of body to body
lips grasping to feel the touch of another
hands tracing the plows of someone else’s flesh
a faint murmur of dreams and desires
muffled by the beauty of attraction
or perhaps the wretchedness of this earthly law
stubborn squares forcefully bent and misshaped
an attempt to fit into the circular mold of another’s image
oh to love the idea of love
love is often mistaken by our desire to love. we often love the idea of loving someone and having a connection with them than the person themself.