All I do, I do for you. Thats why
We roll like make-believe lovers in some
Cheap romance novel, under covers,
Off the bed and onto the floor. Thats why
Our moving bodies grind in and out
Of shadows which contrast with your painted
Eyes remembering moments from a
Harlequin Romance. Its not me, but a
Flamboyant warrior found between
Black and white scripts off in some Oasis.
Its tropical paradise working
Into a stand as tiny hands tighten
Behind the back of my neck. Enshrined
In reigning passion strong arms instantly
Embrace around your hot seductive
Waist as you look at us like characters
That you constantly read about in
Obsession ads. I whisper, youre the best
Ive ever had. Then laughter rises
As you voice, cant you use your own words?. In
Rage I throw you on the bed, breathless,
You dont know what to say. The words breathe back
Into your body and mend into
Movies and songs remembered not to long
Ago as I spoke, Honey, Ill love
You until the end of time. Im entranced
In your big silver-blue eyes as you
Remember the, Oh baby you make me
Feel so good, and the moans that shortly
Developed into a scream that followed
As you compare me to past lovers.
Instant lovers that werent even your own,
But the wild, romantic interludes
Found in your lusting imagination.
It doesnt take long to realize were
Both living a scene from movies viewed when
We were together I mean really
Together as we danced a waltz across
The floor in some small dine and dance bar.
It was elegant and yet bizarre be-
Cause now Im torn between the pages
Of dirt romance and what really is or
Isnt me. Now youre like a hammer
Hitting a nail. Yes, youre the nail driven
Hard and foolishly into the head
Board again and again until final-
Ly the last fulfilling thrust sparks and
Sinks into exhaustion. Light now gleams through
The blinds. It shines past a bare water
Bed onto ruffled white satin covers
On the floor. I know her words before
Theyre spoken within this similar scene
By a Harlequin.
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