EROTICA

My bones tremble eratically 

as he touches me erotically,

I shed my insecurities on his bedroom floor.

As his crumpled lips

trail down my neckline

I remember I do not love him,

I close myself up once more.

My imaginary caccoon blocks out my encounters with strange men

who enjoy thrusting their erections into rotting corpses.

I'm a, loud-minded individual

lying dormant in rooms

that do not belong to me and my hushed voices.

I see through clouded vision daily

and have adapted to live my life regularly

while appearing functional and alive,

but I'm dead behind this camoflauge

that allows me to go unnoticed

as I flourish inside my mind.

I dream of a life worth living,

one so worth it that time doesn't even exist anymore.

Just an endless adventure full of beaten paths less traveled by

and some never wandered before.

Where each footprint is a milestone worth celebrating

and nothing is too small to be great.

Where people no longer live a life

controlled by faith or fate.

As he pulls himself back out of me,

I know he's only to push back inside.

So I do the same, grab hold of the reigns,

and prepare for a limitless ride.

I crown Love the king of my world and peace stands to his right.

The most noble leaders there ever were, I dreamt up inside my mind.

My abdomen tightens, I release;

the greatest fantasy I've ever had has blessed me with trembling knees.

He smiles at me just before collapsing on sweaty sheets.

I dress myself, wipe the disgust off my face,

and hope that he doesn't see.

I've learned through time that intercourse allows me to drift away,

to a better time, and a better place, that I wish my body could stay.