Eyes close around the mist of a thought
Catch it before it goes
See the fantasy behind the redness of the eyelids
Let it infiltrate everything it can
Encompass the mind
Entangle the senses
Become lost in the moment,
In the restlessness of it all.
Match breath for thought, breath for thought
Slowly breathe…hold…breathe out even slower.
As the fantasy takes hold of everything else,
The breathing follows suit.
Pick up the pace, don’t get left behind!
Faster and faster,
The mind whirls and whirls.
Spinning madness and glee throughout the body
The skin erupts like it’s on fire
Tingling…soft….silky.
Touch.
Breathing out the thought escapes the mind,
From behind the eyelids, it goes.
It left little to the imagination
Yet the imagination
Is each their own.
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