Resting, thinking, ideas climbing slowly out of deepest
canyons, silent and presupposing.
Apparent pleasure filling teasingly, playfully, always
wanting to be held, cuddled, not caring if I ever do
anything else in life again.
It's feelings fill me with an abundant unconditional
love, enticing and beautiful.
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