Misty thought

Though clarity in

sounding ecstasy

through floor

and floor

Till the third

The moaning reaching

these

 

To pause and posit

Lending ear

Hands on these and those

Never near.

Here nor down there

Her audible sighs

Primal cries

As if it were her to be

snapped off too

Then cast after cold caress

Confronted, they are by

that divine void, at tip of

head expressed in this their bliss

avoid.

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