Languid sleepy limbs,
Half lidded ambience,
Reality slightly blurred.
Flesh quivers with anticipation…
Rises and responds to touch.
Dissociative understanding…
Falling into wealth of trust,
Spiralling outward –
Mingling space and time.
Returning to sharp, shapes and light
Unwilling of movement,
Reluctant of spirit
Laying prose with replete
Curved satisfaction.
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