Fingers smoothing your lines,
Imprinting the shapes,
Contorting, twisting, bending, and moving through them,
The keys to your essential essence . . .
In this sensual effort,
The spirit in the moment is in our choice to try . . .
Give me the time to try.
Take me away from the constraints of real world imposition.
I want to move in subtlety with you,
My loves,
And spur you to some greater plain,
In sustained motion over time.
At first perhaps merely a tick-tock but escalating into a climax of noise.
The steady luxury of push and pull throughout our long night.
You and I.
Words, sounds, and motion.
A dream of beauty.
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