He knows what he will dream of now
when he goes and lays on his bed
and passes into sleep, this image
of hers carved deep into his
mind. He will dream a whirpool
of visions about her, restless images
swirling around and around,
thoughts in gentle awe and horny
thoughts in erect lust, a whirpool
of visions of her, pure and base
mixing, through all the long
hours of exacting sleep.
14.-15.09.2024
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