In silent foothills stands the man of my conscious, my pace is unmarked and clumsy, frozen I struggle with indecision.
I am told of the libido inhibiting effects of the pill and in thin white lace, behind flickering, semi conscious eye lids, I undress.
As I hear no words I remain as uncomfort, I struggle to focus on reality, my mind drifts to unconscious sex and I am aware that I am crude and with parts. A constant demand to rebuke myself is part of this contesting pace, set within these frameworks of desire and submission, of control and excess. I acknowledge my own revulsion and do not explore further.
Upon reflection I glance behind me, and watch man stride confidently across foothills as i remain forever captivated at the dancing waves on rock edge below.
I am told of the libido inhibiting effects of the pill and in thin white lace, behind flickering, semi conscious eye lids, I undress.
As I hear no words I remain as uncomfort, I struggle to focus on reality, my mind drifts to unconscious sex and I am aware that I am crude and with parts. A constant demand to rebuke myself is part of this contesting pace, set within these frameworks of desire and submission, of control and excess. I acknowledge my own revulsion and do not explore further.
Upon reflection I glance behind me, and watch man stride confidently across foothills as i remain forever captivated at the dancing waves on rock edge below.
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