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Often she wakes up
with this intensity
says things like

"I want you inside me
on top of me
in back of me
on a couch
on the floor
in the woods."

I say

"like a poet
like an animal
at inappropriate times
in inappropriate places
in illegal ways
I want to breathe you in
before I taste you like prey."
She says
"Successfully turned off.
Thank you. That was perfect.
I have to get up and workout.
No time."

That was always the risk
If I navigated the maze
successfully we could both
be released from life's
pressures and stresses
but if I even touched
the energized walls
it meant death to her arousal
a twisted feeling
inside me
There were those days
when we arrived
quite by accident I think
the less I said
the more she imagined
ironically the more
we both felt.

I just have this
overwhelming need
to find it on an
intellectual level
spiritual level
animal level
I guess we all
have our searches.


  1. This is a great one Theron. The Trifecta gets here on it's own time, but it gets here.


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