The hazy occult spread the seances
floating viciously
under the flaunting lashes
of her myriad dreams,
and her deviant thoughts
pulsating with vigor
caprice weaving her fears
in the shadows of a capricious realm
The palpations,
the trickle of sweat,
the weary eyes,
the trepidations rife,
the auguries of what future beholds
held her thoughts
as she took the steps in haste
to denude her inner soul
peeling off the abrasions layer by layer, painstakingly,
until she found her lost self
throbbing with some innocuous stupor
waiting for the genial touch
she so deserved
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🙂 loved the ending!
Thanks so much, Wendi
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What made u write this
Very free flowing, so very expressive. Her very dreams seem so real, they began to captivate her thoughts. No longer holding back. What a deserving touch… A very lovely piece, indeed 😊🌸
Nothing in particular. Just the thought came to me 🌸😊
Thanks so much my dear friend. Appreciate your lovely comment
Hmmmmmm
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Brilliant! You certainly encompassed a dream through your amazing writing skills. Fantastic!!!
Thanks so much, Beckie. You make me so happy ❤️
😊 My pleasure!