What Never Changes After An Illusion

If happiness was all we wanted... what changes after an illusion that seemed real when lips kissed and didn't wait for revelation? Was there a rush to feel the hands all over our bodies while our eyes shut letting sensations work magically? Who really was the hungriest one? Who wanted to scream from ecstasy? We both had the urge in the veins that shut blood to our wild brains; and we didn't stop until it was done! What changes after an illusion, after having felt an hour of pleasure? If once is enough, there's no passion; be truly honest with me: isn't love a treasure? What changes after an illusion... if all is burned by a pretentious sensation? We have surrendered to desire, no resistance was shown... while other lips wait to taste a lie that from betrayal was born.