My dominant hand ignores my submissive hand,
My eyes, those naughty devils,
They just watch,
Heaven knows,
The Prayers that go to infinity,
An eternity fit for reality, *
They fly beneath every breath exhaled in your presence,
Making a fist,
Envisioning every transparent touch of your skin,
As if a dream,
Breathlessly frozen in time,
Succumb,
With eyes closed nothing seems impossible,
Silent whispers,
Do they depend on permission,
In a shadow,
Grown deeper,
My lips linger to a dream,
Endless, until they decide to wake,
Where would they go,
Does pleasure depend,
Are the stars as distant as they seem, still,
She warms the hand that longs for her touch,
Submissive,
Sending the vibration of pulse up my veins,
Wrinkles begin to ripple in a sea of red,
As if a dream,
Breathlessly frozen in time,
Succumb,
With eyes closed nothing seems impossible,
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