Maybe I should stop weaving scenarios on my mind

That it's you

Whom I'm making love

Every time I open my eyes

To see you

Writhing under me

Messy and sweaty

With glittering diamonds of passion

Coating your luxuriant flesh

Looking at me like I'm your messiah of sexual ecstasy

But it's not you

It's others whom I choose

To get over you

Those eyes lack depth

So I close my eyes while having sex

Coz I realise

It won't be you, ever.

©LR