Sometimes I lose myself in you the second you set eyes on me.
You don’t realize it. Or do you?
Your eyes.
Your smile.
Your gaze
Your hands.
Your ways.
I’m cheery and engaging.
I look at ease. And I am.
As our time together unfolds, it stands still for me.
Universes collide.
I’m not Max.
I’m not working.
I walk a fine line between reality and fantasy.
Between pleasure and pain.
I hold you and cherish you, deeply, fully.
I am yours, for an eternal moment.
As we kiss goodbye and fingers part, my trusted brain brings me back.
Always.
But not without effort.
You don’t realize it. Or do you?
Written by Max Chabanel
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