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My reality is always marred by fantasy.

The desire to do vs what not to say

Desires I whisper, quiet as a breeze

Needs I express, loud as thunder.

Fantasy starts inside bubbling out into reality.

Let’s make reality

May our minds meld

The juices flow from a warm place

Can we get stuck together

Tied up in desire

Lost in the space between reality and fantasy.

Can we lose touch with reality

Stay in our respective space

Flowing off endorphins, a taste of adrenaline

Follow the lights

Listening to the sounds

Exchange power

Control of the seconds

Extending the to minutes

Tipping to an hour maybe two

Seeing who is ready for who

Few sessions are better than none.

Let’s negotiate our terms

Let’s set a date

Let’s get lost

And find our way back to the light

– dreads

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