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I Was in Heaven

Moonlit sky, a zillion shining stars
the pale brightness fills the night  
alone, broken, beaten with scars  
love’s roller coaster I was on tonight    
   
Seeking warmth, craving for heat  
salty sea breeze fills the gurney  
aimless roaming feeling totally beat  
caused for love’s wondering journey  
   
reminiscing, the night turns to dawn  
pondering the times, a blitz romance    
an unknown felling made to spawn  
was it bliss from her hypnotic trance  
   
a love story during the phasing moon  
glowing eclipse wild orchids bloom  
a lady in red just walked into my room  
her blue hair streaks with gold loom  
   
at that moment, ruptured was reality    
craziness was blessed with immortality    
for I’m a woman, that’s a blasphemy  
excited, the sweetness was a fantasy  
   
feeling her embrace, a love’s surge  
my body buckles, ages was my urge  
never imagined of such soft delight  
for this wasn’t a romance with a knight  
   
thus a journey, everything was right    
embraced love throughout the night  
a firm grip, I can only hold on tight  
surrendered to her, my lover that night    
   
satin bodiced a rosy peak she chased  
pink lace so haloed, soft silks blazed    
subtlle glance, temptations in place    
basic instinct I passionately graced  
   
trembling elegance me, senses awake  
romancing bodies, quiver and quake  
breathlessly, making love in a chapel  
she never stopped till I finished well  
I was in heaven, damned! She’s from hell
Written by XiaoLong
Published | Edited 26th May 2020
Author's Note
Inspired by this poem :-
"She was heaven and she was hell. And when she was finished, he would lay in bed, breathless, waiting to get the feeling back in his legs." — "Untitled" by Mason Fowler
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