Looking at the reality of the subconscious
The staircase rises up and alters to steep downfall
With a wooden rail
Into a room of possibility and perpetual illusion
Sort of mimics the dynamic
I sit there in hesitance and you’re
Physical
Out of nowhere you wrap your legs behind mine and
My hands clench as I try to abstain from touching but you
Start kissing my neck and I can’t
Breathe;
Slowly and hungrily you
Continue until I can’t help but let out a sound and
Wake up.
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