nightmares are fond memories
the longing's light is on, — about an hour will let me lounge; the mental pictures urge, — i'm faced with all you'll do to me; frissons and butterflies rouse, — my eyes utter what mouth can't; in love with the present, — the moment lives me, i live it, too; your joy was to please me, — nightmares are fond memories; orgasm tacit in unison, — you smile, i smile, — sleep tight; ⟮my p'tit je ne sais quoi, allured in the poetic Stockholmsvy⟯
