awaken conscious fantasies
that dare us to travel through uncharted territory.
Contemplation, the prelude to completion,
takes us on an illicit and uninhibited journey
of sweet sins and certain damnation.
Abandoned by our principles,
binary
becomes
singular,
forming an interlocking chain
of lust and lies.
Time fades in and out
like an antiquated memory.
Today, I am an actress
in a triangular tragedy
giving erotic performances
that his wife respectfully declined.
His presence is my award.
My oral abilities serve as a suitable acceptance speech.
Our bodies applaud each other,
inciting encore after encore.
We find rapture in repetition.
But like the sun disappearing below the horizon,
the curtain always closes.
He hurries home to her
and everything fades to black.
