...through slippery synapses.
The urge, the pressure, the unrelenting mission
to evolve through time and space.
Appeased by soft fluffy breezes,
tingling the touch sense on your delicate surface skin,
tittilating its way through tendrils in turmoil.
Awake at last, consciousness creeping up on ,
fumbling erronously but resilient,
particle of light shine crisply,
transcending your parched eyelids.
Eyelash a-flutter, star energy connects to your iris,
swelling it with morphogenetic strain.
Our hearts, left perplexed in sodomatic ecstacy
from eargasmic signals. Sand slips silently through fingers,
the body, onward, outward, toward a new horizon.... once more.
By Sebcole
The urge, the pressure, the unrelenting mission
to evolve through time and space.
Appeased by soft fluffy breezes,
tingling the touch sense on your delicate surface skin,
tittilating its way through tendrils in turmoil.
Awake at last, consciousness creeping up on ,
fumbling erronously but resilient,
particle of light shine crisply,
transcending your parched eyelids.
Eyelash a-flutter, star energy connects to your iris,
swelling it with morphogenetic strain.
Our hearts, left perplexed in sodomatic ecstacy
from eargasmic signals. Sand slips silently through fingers,
the body, onward, outward, toward a new horizon.... once more.
By Sebcole
Exploration By NesMith
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