From Love To Perhaps Shame Poem by Vicky Iliaens

He laid me on a bed of roses,
No not to just touch ,
only to acts of love
Thorns always present,
but only invisible,

the melody now of his fingers, my love this is so soft,
the power of intensity in the kiss of my yearned,
you can't say yes but everything else can't say no,
it is just going on,
your hands,
my lips,
your neck,
our heartbeats in those chests,
also the one under your hands,
can we stop or not because I can not even when I'd want to
I just don't want this to come to end,
I want this to be so timeless as it is,
so present and close
while we are so far away,
this is madness my love,
this is why I'm chaos,
destruction creates this loss,
the loss of our guards
and ow also our cloths
listening to sparkling drops of what they call lust
but from love, before we even knew we saw the roses
jumping up to the ceiling along with small shiny partials of dust,

invisible, while your sweet lips still lingre on my skin,
only feelings, perhaps passion too played their role,
but this lovetouch, came so soon to require its toll,
the sound now is so dull,
a melodrastic analogy

My love is gone, with another man,
I do not know why I cry and laugh but it might be just irony.