My mirror image

You are insatiable, he whispered

Tell me something which I don't know, she replied

They were on the floor

She was resting on him

Her beats pounding

Her flesh sweltering

Since she was riding him

You are actually a lioness, he concluded

I am

I know that, she proclaimed

Don't say anything else

I want to relish you

Even in this blissful silence

When the concupiscence is satiated

When the voidness of my being is permeated

With your august presence

You aren't just my desire

You are my mirror image

In you

With you

I have found myself, again.

©LR