She calls to me with closed lips,
Silently screaming for us to conversate.
With throat cleared and lips moisten
I commence to speak…but wait
Did my ears pretend to hear,
What my mind only imagined?
No…it can’t be
Am I a victim of self deception?
I fret
Frustrated by this false
Formidable figure of my imagination
I hope
Compelled to completely
Commit to consuming this concoction
Of the mind.
Did she really speak?
Or is my mind to blame?
While my lover sleeps,
Her body keeps calling my name.
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