Selfish

Then upon min shoulders, thine burden relieved.
Tempered vestments in th’oust future.
Born twixt reality ‘n wild dreams; buried ‘neath quivering linen.
Coupling attraction of another as sweet as ‘night’s slumber.
Tasted of thy fingers whilst fondling dreams.
And then for nevermore.

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