Fantasy touches ground

You gave me access to the fantasy of your lips,
your body, your skin, your hair, yourself
I left ground and we dance into the melody of desires,
love, thirst, joy, life
My will was disposed to merge into the fantasy
The gaps were filled with good intentions
Perfection was far away, but perfection is not allowed to mortals
I needed to want you, more than you were really aware of
Some kind of selfishness asked almost begging for your love
Despite mine was not there yet.

Into the dancing dream, some pause were made
The distance was required by any of the sides
Then it was for you a game
where you shot at me hurting my soul
with little effort, it was a game for you after all
My wounds don’t cure with the time
They keep there gnawing inside
The water you provided me afterwards,
attempting to quench my thirst,
seemed to leak through the holes
but I still could survive sipping you before you are gone.

My sixth sense warned me of the inexistent future
and I accepted it, the last kiss was the last taste of you
the last look seemed to say goodbye
the last hold was the last I felt your hands
I am proud of my sixth sense, but this time
I have been wishing it was wrong.