A dream is stirring, never
days and nights lived in a stream of love.
Nature's blessing, changing bliss.
Touch of tender fingertips upon a silken thigh.
Living bliss beyond the alibis.
And oh, the magic of a
silky tongue in motion.
Reaching deep and bringing heights of ecstasy.
Seeking for an essence, an elixir
that would move them back to life.
More meaningful that any high of mind.
Pleasure in endurance of a kind, that
simply can't be found in any other way.
A dream is stirring, restlessly,
these cells of flesh. Wishing yet again
to intermesh with all that is, and yet within
a singularity - where one plus one must
ever equal one within reality somehow...
? Michaelette ?
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