Close your eyes and lay back
Exhale slowly like its your last breath
And in the back of your mind all you can surmise is what's ensuing
Heartbeats that line up with every thrust
Strokes that mimic the sound of wind gust wrapping around the smallest of objects on a semi cloudy day
Low whispers that align with secrets being shared across an overly engulfed room
By simply making eye contact
The trust
Fantasies of being closer than skin
Situated on my mind like an emergency call seeking the next of kin
Eyes with no use, obsolete, imagination plus clarity
Images of the future take the place of lost thoughts
Displaying my feelings in HD
A form of mind masturbation
Selfishly thinking of self
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