Perpetual bondage

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Perpetual bondage

I can still remember her

Many changing faces.

They still all appear

Within my deep lucid dreams.

Those emotions are never-ending

It's the truth.

Trust me.

For I now wade knee-deep

At midnight

In her ever fast-flowing

Streams.

I'm not pretending

Or being uncouth

Or just plain mendacious.

Her seductive soft curves

And unique swagger

Doesn’t just seduce me

But

They hold me in a wanted

Perpetual bondage.

When

She just moonwalks

Into my mind

And every compartmentalised

Space.

Wantonly and wildly

Erotic.

Just dancing and grinding

Provocatively

Like a possessed

Sasha Fierce.

Her sweet pink kisses

I can so vividly taste.

Remember and adore.

They were so

Mouthwatering

Raw

And so damn delicious.

I always feel raw

They still

Rock my deep lucid dreams

Without asking for any of my opinions

Or permission.

And still those excessive memories

Of her around me.

Love to Gather.

Chanting and

Singing in a strange vibration.

My swirling emotions

Always

Climb to new unvisited

Heights.

As we stand together for

A brief moment.

And Walk again through memories in

Symbolic unison.

Serenaded by a soft 

Pagan old occult lullaby.

It's a deep lucid dream

I just love to revisit.

And will always miss it

As time slows down

And those

Visceral exotic memories

Return.

To just whisper in

My ever-attentive ears

In her silly husky sexy sweet voice.

So be it

I just embrace her beloved

Memories.

Watching her dancing wildly

In the deep recesses of my minds

Kaleidoscope.

Hoping to watch her swagger

Forever

With my opened

Third eye

My one

My only

My life’s true

Possessor.

We will dance once again

So Soon

Under the pale moonlight

As Prince in person

Sings on piano.

Just for us

A couple of 

The Beautiful Ones.

Society might have judged

Us.

And deemed our relationship

To be toxic and under their

Envious

Judgemental eyes.

To be on so many levels 

Just immorally

Wrong

But to you

My beloved 

My old heart

Still sings.

For until the much welcomed

Day I finally fall

Asleep and die.

I know wherever you

Are

You know you were always my

Life’s true

One and only.

It’s why my heart

Still skips a beat.

Even more so

Whenever I feel

Lonely

Copyright John Duffy