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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