Euphoria

Returning back from an expeditious peregrination of ecstasy,

The deliriously sweet zest of delectation tapers and leaves a bitter taste. 

Exhausted, wanting.

Wanting, wanting, wanting.

The ambrosia that assuages and ameliorates her darkest subconscious and brings forth her purpose.

Tapering, tapering, tapering.

Relinquished with nothing.

She has molten,

The exuberance has now left her, revolted. 

How could she have dreamed of receiving the goddess Euphoria’s displeasure?

Now she is  left to her own tormented leisure. 

Oh, Euphoria, when will you return?

Intertwine your hands with hers and teach her how to dance,

Play with her hair and adorn her with praises of beauty, her eyes are lost in your trance.

Inspire her with your fiery kisses and take her breath away.

Euphoria, your touches leave her vacillated and excited. 

Oh, Euphoria, such cruel, cruel foul play. 

You have left her blighted. 

The hands that hold hers are now frigid and its eyes are bleak.

She is embraced by him too tightly, she fears that she is suffocating and she has become weak.

He thrashes her around and leaves her discontented,

His seductive whispers are demented.

She lays in her pool of sorrow, surmounted and bruised.

Then she feels a soft caress on her cheek, and the smell of her ecstasy wafts.

Oh, Euphoria, you have returned in so little haste,

And yet again when you are done with her you will leave her with him again and nothing else  but a  scattered trace.