Consummate

Suckled onto a dream,
Often forgotten.
Savouring every sensation,
Gyrated desires
Pooling in-
In sheer wanton.

I ask-
Are my dreams extravagant,
As they are often termed?
Can't my desires soar,
As long as the sky remains
Seamless, an expanse?

No-
Voices chime in chorus.
And piteous passions
Burn my pure dreams up,
Before devouring the real me.

(Reaping joy...

... in destruction-

Mine.)

Frenzy of passion throes,
Consummate.
Satiated?