Nighttime and the sleep is eclipsed
by a sensation
of nerve cells going berserk
shooting shudders from spine to loins
a quickening heartbeat
escaped moan
Phantom pleasures
that you've sewn
like a tapestry
permanent in residue
lingering convulsions
jolting and quaking
eyes half closed
fingers enclosed
within folds
reliving a touch
under every follicle
that still quivers
with breaths
when unwelcome nights
penetrate my room
drawing shadows under thin lights
that echo an afternoon
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