SUCCUMBING DEEP INTO HER

I have to put farther from my hand

those images gifted, that now bless

and vexate my hours, to get the flesh

calmed and the mind get something

done beyond imagining merging

joys; yet - the mind remembers

so well what the eyes have gazed

on so often, what it has dreamed

in wanton visions so frequently that

reality blurs with its creations,

the mind remembers, and the flesh

reacts, and the hand brings back

the images on its command,

the eyes and the mind gazing

deep and imagining something

else succumbing deep into her.

13.01.2025

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