Dreams
Drift, drift, drift until the calm
Arrive at the crossroads of your sun
The peace you feel a release from harm
Metaphoric blast from a soporific gun.
A feeling deep from somewhere arrives
Gently caressing your visage
A sensory overload of pleasure drives
Tutoring perception, a perfect marriage.
You are control, you are the beat
The story is yours to make
The ending increases the body heat
Panting embarks a nervous wake.
Where was I then, how can it be
Interpretation a pointless thought
A dread creeps up, a fleeting see
Of a time I thought I sought.
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