Domme morrigan tantrism

Fascinating, turn away from her, raelene

Captivates my sense, her turning around inside me there

Now running toward her

How did you catch me, dear?

But how, if I don’t know, she’s not here, and I’m here, is she mixed in, her here and I over there, our scent an admixture combinèd?

And raelene beside herself, is to relax into someone else, being phantasy domme morrigan, mystery instead

Without a word said, lips distant exclamations of love

Running in convulsions

Run hot mindfucks

Running after her trail

Howling thru me, be

Scent tetherèd to her phantasy

Fascinating

In brain overload; your poem explodes out my head

Blends leatherèd