In the Twilight

He is my own personal form of heroin
I have an addiction
His eyes,
his smile
his laughter
i thought was the path to happily ever after
I yearn to lie in the meadow
Covered by the green trees
Sunlight and a rainbow
As his naked self lies over me
my lips he eats
like a lion feasts a lamb
he licks
he nibbles all the love for him I have
as we connect through a reality so miserable hidden by the sunshade on his van
my breath slows
my breasts he groped
as our naked form tangles entwined
our bodies squeeze to make fine wine
in the twilight