Monday, and I woke up in a sweat that even though a bit uncomfortable had me feeling cozy and I waited for another wave of sleep to wash me over but the mind had me immersed in the twilight of my memory, where the body sang a melodious rhythm of sweaty chorus to the grating of metronomic moans under a gigantic cadence of gentle caresses.
I wasn't thinking as much as the thoughts began to pour out from the surface of the skin in beads of retrospect; the fingertips tingling to moments of electric vibes that opened and massaged my every nerve ending with careful liberation.
My soul hung in ether watching over, smiling, satiated.
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