A hundred nights spent in the thrall of life. A hundred times of chance encounters. Always she is there. The same face, the same smile, her eyes always alluring, all consuming. At first glance I never see her until a collision of events unforeseen inevitably lead us to the embrace. The spaces left to void in me are filled with indescribable pleasure. My eyes are set ablaze with a sapphire flame as I take her yet again into my world. Chasing the second star we rediscover splendors of life that have been lost to us since our days of youth. We tumble into one another discovering the lost nooks and crannies where only lovers will ever venture. Her breath is the essence of my being, her kiss the waters of my life. We’ve danced in the throes of flesh a hundred times and I would slumber in this familiar dreamscape for all eternity.
And yet Illusion is cast aside with the rising sun and I find myself laying with a stranger. And so the story goes, yet again she was playing a masquerade chaperoned by the drink. Teasing my soul with heartfelt flights of fantasy. I look upon the liars visage who once was my lover, I run my hand over an unfamiliar skin, my fingers dipping into a terrain that once I had known as well as my own flesh and yet, now feels so foreign. The illusion cast aside and another tally mark to my list. Ill award her a pleasing smile and whisper hollow words of comfort. Give her false hopes and shallow feelings while dancing my gaze again searching for the next who bares the mask of my love.

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