So Wrong

So chaotic how we do things… yet it only makes since between us, others think the worst while we make the best of every encounter available that no arrangement is made but still expected daily due to our profession, I can't remember times of leisure without her sweet touch and soft voice calming my intense mental state, agony and pain spent alone and no other way imagined couldn't think of putting her through the disturbing ideas of me taking excessive measures of physical torture out on her, freeze time time I wish it is easier done then said in dreams and they only last as long my body can slumber, leaving more marks on my back then marks left in her mind of what we've been doing for the past couple hours so intriguing and satisfying she's in the most belief that her current physical status is such a lie the only truth is contact endured by her lips and mine, I wonder how they see the love but tune in to the turmoil exclusively. -poetic