ANTICIPATIONS OF CONTROL LOST

Anticipations of infactuations turning into pure anbiguous love, deceptions of trouble turn into immaculate lust, no flaws, no mistake from above...

hallucinations of the Abist that is our past love lives, dwell in purgatory as still we rise....

rejoicing in the moment, anticipating the annointment and the driving force in each others lives....

metaphors and underscores of this symphony illustrating our every move....

the twists and turns, the crushendas, play out the action scenes between me and you....

I can almost taste the essence of your being, can almost feel the silkiness of your skin....

my pulse speeds up, racing, my beating heart, the excitement is overflowing from within.....

the perception of an exterior that's hard and inpenetrable is only an illusion that your touch seems to expose....

anticipations of that magical touch produces consequences of lost control.....

expectations of an experience truely made for the big screen, produce consequences of lost control...

anticipations of the greatest embrace....produce consequences of lost control