Deep and primal yearning

I undressed you, with my eyes i have maybe even raped you in a dark and eerie corner of my mind. I tucked you there and touched you in a dream last night, pushed you aside when you entered my thoughts at the wrong time. I have sat up upon your lap and saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes. I rode you on a chair and in the shower and all the while i clung heavy to your back. My desire deeply harnessed in your spine. I'm riding recklessly though a thick and humid jungle growing anxious with the deep and primal yearning that stirs, deeply pulsing up toward the surface like sap rising or honey or tar.

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