Nevermore or, forevermore.?.

If we had just one more night to enjoy ourselves. To end we’ve missed as true feelings could be felt. We’d be score to have a better moment to collapse into each other’s arms. Diving into the sploosh of thy hearts. And as the sun comes back around we van go back to the emptiness after having what we craved. Knowing the urge to touch the skin has been tamed.  Just one last time would be the end of us. Forgetting the endless thrill of maybe one day we’re could reignite luv. But it would am equivalent to a blink to an eternity’s grasp. To be placed with the tensions of memories that plague sighs that gasp. We’d be never more nonetheless as something we could never again caress. If we were to give into the passion we’d erase the foreverness of a desire that’s forevermore in the chest. We must decide to flow with the linger to keep us alive or inevitably seal our fate. One or the other we just cannot escape. As for now we have the excitement of the possibilities we cling to. So, for how long must we live this way before we cut one another loose? To savagely embrace the body so the mind can engrave yet, one more thought that’ll rot away. As we get on with life, knowing it’s time to let go of the shape of an unforgettable face…