
I feel the trespass, my mind invaded.
Slow, sensual, my thoughts rearranged.
The months of waiting disappear like a bad storm.
Life’s elastic wonders spring back
Opium hazed days linger.
My palate full of unexplained sensations
A cascade of delight, the body surrenders
The gesture from mind screaming for more…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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