*I have had the first line running through my head for a week or so. This is one piece that evolved from it.

Real//Echo

Are you real or just an echo

of my erotic life in dreams?

Sandpaper soft caresses awaken

something

dormant, thought lost to time.

Blind lust guided

with whispers of thoughts.

Insistent fingers,

flicking tongues

we descend the depths,

while rising.

Death is not so little.

Loss.

Our pounding hearts in sync

we part – for now.

Rising through consciousness,

am I to lose again?

Are you real or just an echo

of my erotic life in dreams?