...dreams...

Day off.

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee.

Then her, in a surprise turn of events. Her.

I fight to gain the upper hand on sleep, at 10, then 11, then later, then later rolls by. My mind is Wild.

I'll Eat YOU Up!

I feel on edge with nicotine and caffeine. I burn mentally.

Like youth like youth, the fire burns in our chest.

There is no rest tonight. The scent of her. It is real.

She is real, and alive and coursing through my veins like plague, spreading, devouring consuming. My eyes open and I'm in this place I've been before. Under sheets looking into her eyes and she is asking me questions that I can not hear, and I'm giving her answers in the form of passionate kisses. Every part of her is the same as I remember it. Every part of her is welcoming, soft, female.

We toss and turn. we leave destruction in our wake. Calamity, hurricane, War. There is something about this meeting that speaks of dire times, and dire consequences, and even more dire men. Men who join and walk, and the women who stand by their sides. Fire burns clean. Fire burns us all. There is no escape.

There is no sleep here. Only beds and new vistas, changing worlds and music. Always music.

I feel myself catching fire. I watch as my heart burns sacred with ecstasy.

There is no sleep here.

Only War here.

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