Lies of love

A Poem by Jay S

Is it love? It feels like love. She'll spend the rest of her life trying to get the answer.

Roaring cries,
clashing thighs,
a battle between two souls.

Muffled sighs,
endless nights,
they're losing all control.

Body's stiff then loose again,
they cause each other pain,
why fight each other all night you ask, if there's not one thing to gain...

"It's love" they'd swear black and blue ignoring others calls,
wrapped in each others pleasure cloaks they're wanting nothing more,
the passion created between the two behind these closed doors,
is enough to fuel the energy of the entire modern world.

But what happens when their climax has reached the pinnacle,
does the love between the two continue on or does it fall,
does the passion turn into love which lasts an eternity,
or like their bodies laying limp, does it crumble to their knees.

Unsure they try and try again and battle every night,
they sweat and cry and contort themselves in positions very tight,
they scream out loud of fierce compassion and immeasurable delight,
and swear they want what they both have right now-each others sight.

But again the battle ends in a type of slow rough ecstasy, 
his head falls back in one last thrust as he drops down lazily,
she screams in pain and pleasure then pushes him off shakily,
they lay side to side on the battleground patiently,
the only thing you hear now is them breathing hastily.

Now like the end of any battle, comes the eerie silence,
as the pleasure peaked and the climax ends, so does their alliance,
but what happened to their "eternal love" that defied all forms of science,
"is it over now, like every night" she thinks on this a while.

"I love you" are three words to her which hold the most value,
she holds onto these words so dearly...oh let me tell you,
on their worst day full of hate and lies, all he has to say,
are these three words to make all of her hurt go away,

he knows she falls for this trick every single time,
no love in his heart except for thinking "her love is all mine",
no gratitude for any of the thoughts inside her mind,
only gratitude from him is when she allows him deep inside.

He wakes in the morning at the same time eagerly,
to make love again to her body like shes machinery,
he licks his lips and eyes her up like shes an eatery,
she feels his passion spark again, the "love" which knows no boundary.

Roaring cries,
clashing thighs,
a battle between two souls.

Muffled sighs,
arching heights,
she's losing all control.

Body's stiff then loose again,
he's causing her nothing but pain,
why does she continue fighting when there's nothing more to gain?