Still. Poem by Manuel Hutchinson

The still feeling of your lust
Breaks my sensual touch. 
Two strangers in love 
With a bond of distant memories
Healing only with an erection
Tension slows to soft
As ones who you really love, gets it raw
The pain between 2 been lost
Never to feel your embrace
Missing the smile across your face
All in memories when I'm with you
I miss you. 
Tempted in these words I can't tell. 
Instead I'm getting another type of feel 
Love isn't real. 
Pressured by the sweet sounds of pleasure
That's why I'm only out to hurt
Cursed by the time I left your arms
Getting attached never been so hard. 
The 1 mind of 2 strangers 
Face the same false indication of what is, love.