Primal
itch,
Tickling
imagination
With aroused
retina’s
Distended from
desire
For blended
body parts
Captured in
salacious seconds
Craving,
calibrated
In a
centisecond
Reality
bent with
Resourceful
risk
To conform with
Imagining’s
fantasy
We embrace
with a smile
Fondling
our phantoms
Caressing
and climaxing
We pass,
Into the concreteness
Of reality
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