Sleeping bleeding slumbers
over into wonder…
Whispered fading feelings resembling the unassembled pleasure experienced on the floor…
Creeking board walk pressure pleasers, teasing dreamers, seeking light house shore talk keepers…
Louder than clock radio speakers…
Submitting mixed permission slips commiting us to explore a wish, admitting, that there’s this urge, to submerge ourselves in a receding displacement of perception, where our eyes roll back and retreat for some much needed relief as we relax, belonging to the moment, focused on your breath…
Breathing deeply
Until achieving eternal rest…
“Repeating motions thrown into a mini death”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s15s3c/poem_repeating_motions_thrown_into_a_mini_death