nightmares are fond memories

the longing's light is on, —
about an hour will let me lounge;

the mental pictures urge, —
i'm faced with all you'll do to me;

frissons and butterflies rouse, —
my eyes utter what mouth can't;

in love with the present, —
the moment lives me, i live it, too;

your joy was to please me, —
nightmares are fond memories;

orgasm tacit in unison, —
you smile, i smile, — sleep tight;

⟮my p'tit je ne sais quoi, allured
in the poetic Stockholmsvy⟯

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