It started with a kiss
Hand in sand
He swept me into the mist
That wasn't the plan
The music rang through both our ears
Playing & playing
Delaying, delaying.
What was this
Not dominance
But a mutual self-inflicted full oneness
Acting out not a doubt
Gain some control
While the body suffices & one feels whole.
Wholeness or numbness one will never know
Whilst playing & playing
Delaying, delaying
The inevitable
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:40 AM UTC
It started with a kiss
Hand in sand
He swept me into the mist
That wasn't the plan
The music rang through both our ears
Playing & playing
Delaying, delaying.
What was this
Not dominance
But a mutual self-inflicted full oneness
Acting out not a doubt
Gain some control
While the body suffices & one feels whole.
Wholeness or numbness one will never know
Whilst playing & playing
Delaying, delaying
The inevitable
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