Gracefully

I can gracefully bow in the dark, but I refuse to love.
Love is temporary. It will run out someday.
I just want the moment.
The magic of love's lust.
Like dust disappearing into thin air.
A full bodied experience, no stone is unturned. No spot untouched.
Slide between me. Make me feel your love. Like Dylan, even the tambourine man couldn't get this high. Head rush; vertigo's lush.
This man's got my mind in a downward spiral.
In the morning, I will pray to God.
In sin I'll die.
In life I'll die.
I'm not perfect, and they say that Heaven can wait. Well, so can hell.
Why does this feel so good though? He fills this void with his decadence; his essence.
His seed he gives but no child I can bare him.
I am barren in this prison of helplessness.
Breathe deep, think twice. He'll leave with the footsteps of dawn's birthing day.
I'll lay between broken sheets with lies swimming in me.
"You're the only one.."
Jealousy skips a beat. Heartbroken I'll be when he flirts towards another "She.."
Fertile, full is the growth massing inside of me.
And long after he's gone I can still feel him reverberate in my bones.
The buzzing of a soul tie forever linked to this life.