Sling Tings

THE COMING (THE DREAM)
Eyes contact light up sensations rippling
throughout my body triggering the core to melt
down, then soar high.
Smelling the desire, the mind is a blur with
darting images and word's a frantic, precious
seconds pass, mustn't lose this chance.
Instead silence, untapped telepathic connections take over then fade.
Your buttocks like a peacock’s plumage was
the last I saw of you, strolling along the
waters edge, hips a constant ebb and flow.
Oh what bliss, so much sweat, the release, soaring memories and desires.