close
to my ear drum
expressed
her desire,
Wished
to be over powered,
till
badly breathless,
to get
ineptly defeated,
though
no war in progress
Hot
breath from her nostrils,
felt
with my eyes shut
my
existence steadily melting,
from
me, I’m getting lost
Her
image overlapping mine,
merging
in to one
in a
pleasant night mare,
she,
in a terrific trance
I’m
steadily evaporating,
it was
destined to happen
but
it kept me guessing,