Fleeting

Fleeting. Is the fast pace, Of a physical attraction. And a reaction, That a passion... Thought kept to forever last. Begins from a sizzle, To skip over a simmer to fizzle. Out. Like a noodle quick to droop. Uninvited truth has. And... Brings a limp to fantasies! After minutes, Of a forgotten heated intimacy. Snaps... Unconsciousness. Back to reality. Seeing one's blemishes. And flaws under candlelight. Does this. And... Seldom, Will not kill a passion to have. With a dressing fast to leave, In the midst of a dream... Witnessed. Turning into a nightmare. 'Why the rush? I just poured us some wine. And you're leaving behind, Your underwear. Socks AND shoes.' 'Keep them! ' 'But... What about the snow? It's everywhere outside.' 'I know. For whatever the reason, I have this urgent need to jog! ' 'You're almost... Naked? ' 'It's a ritual I acquired.' 'When? ' 'After the first glass of wine. Then the candlelighting, Began to strengthen my faith. And I could not resist.'