When we are frozen.

Apart we are,
From the sights, flavors, and smells a far.
When you are not ten leagues inside my flesh,
When we are not singing in contempt.
When our bodies are not sheathed in perspiration,
When our wild gasp do not sound of contemplation.
When our hands do not clutch at the white sheets,
Instead we are forever apart, becuase we do not. speak,
We do not feel inside of each others flesh,
We are colder than we used to be, a frozen mess.
When I see keys if scratches that don't match me,
When you deny me so pleasantly.
When I smell another woman apon your flesh,
When there is no lustful stutter of breath.
There is no more love, no touch between my thighs.
That could ever trick me to know this is right.