We've fallen back within the snap shots
I took with me on my way back around
and I'm spinning
on samsara
I'm spinning
back again to this
deja-vu dream or this
memory I'm trapped within.
Echoes of mirrors and naked backs
lour me down a tunnel of secret history
once more.
Every step I take
seems to be swallowed by an
old footprint that's been waiting for me,
pressed in deep in this circle I've been walking in,
and the footprint is left behind in anticipation
of hugging my worn soles again.
The moment is bliss,
but something goes wrong
that I cannot recall.
In the dim candlelight I wonder,
what path might be take that isn't a well-worn one?
How many times have we found ourselves back here,
wrapped in each other, joined a moment as one?
I try to sink in the moment,
but too many past ones seem super-imposed.
Every thrust in and out is a familiar rythm,
and I'm sure we've sung this song before,
it must be ages old, and its
still entrancing.
Still so liberating.
I don't know how,
but in past times it seems we've
always lost the melody, because
I only remember dying alone.
Memories of spiritual sex.
Memories of water.
Memories of you.
Memories of your back.
You among the
last of my thoughts.
The highlights of at least
one previous life.
Still you're here.
Again we're here,
as if its the first time.
My tounge finding peace on your lips,
your legs hug my head in a crown of pressure,
in a moment of intense pleasure.
Comforts I find in her, almost frightening.
Both dead and back again, so enlightening.
Candles flicker and the bedsheets are wet beneath us.
Stinging eyes and a blissful blur.
Sweet aroma of sex and the high
she gives and recieves.
If I chance another look in
her eyes too deep we'll both be
the seas each other drown within.
Heavy breathing,
we're sweating,
she looks back from the frame
she's looking in and it elevates
her devilish grin.
Her moans are music,
and the cry of release.
Kegel muscles gripping me tight inside her,
waves like the ocean.
This is too damned familiar.
We've fallen back within the snap shots
I took with me on my way back around
and I'm spinning
on samsara
I'm spinning...
I took with me on my way back around
and I'm spinning
on samsara
I'm spinning
back again to this
deja-vu dream or this
memory I'm trapped within.
Echoes of mirrors and naked backs
lour me down a tunnel of secret history
once more.
Every step I take
seems to be swallowed by an
old footprint that's been waiting for me,
pressed in deep in this circle I've been walking in,
and the footprint is left behind in anticipation
of hugging my worn soles again.
The moment is bliss,
but something goes wrong
that I cannot recall.
In the dim candlelight I wonder,
what path might be take that isn't a well-worn one?
How many times have we found ourselves back here,
wrapped in each other, joined a moment as one?
I try to sink in the moment,
but too many past ones seem super-imposed.
Every thrust in and out is a familiar rythm,
and I'm sure we've sung this song before,
it must be ages old, and its
still entrancing.
Still so liberating.
I don't know how,
but in past times it seems we've
always lost the melody, because
I only remember dying alone.
Memories of spiritual sex.
Memories of water.
Memories of you.
Memories of your back.
You among the
last of my thoughts.
The highlights of at least
one previous life.
Still you're here.
Again we're here,
as if its the first time.
My tounge finding peace on your lips,
your legs hug my head in a crown of pressure,
in a moment of intense pleasure.
Comforts I find in her, almost frightening.
Both dead and back again, so enlightening.
Candles flicker and the bedsheets are wet beneath us.
Stinging eyes and a blissful blur.
Sweet aroma of sex and the high
she gives and recieves.
If I chance another look in
her eyes too deep we'll both be
the seas each other drown within.
Heavy breathing,
we're sweating,
she looks back from the frame
she's looking in and it elevates
her devilish grin.
Her moans are music,
and the cry of release.
Kegel muscles gripping me tight inside her,
waves like the ocean.
This is too damned familiar.
We've fallen back within the snap shots
I took with me on my way back around
and I'm spinning
on samsara
I'm spinning...
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
