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Swirl
by J Gastel

Dare I look?

Dare I touch?

Dare I breathe?

Every fibre of my mind tells me no.
Every fibre of my body tells me yes.
Contradictions in my head, swirling.
Desires like my juices, swirling.
What a ride - Around. Down.

In. Out.

Through?

I look.

I touch.


Barely breathe.

The resulting mix of fluid and flesh mingles, pulses.
The moment of 'What now?' sweeps in and surrounds, resulting in
A blend of release and tension that is revealingly intoxicating and
terrifying.

Let go.

Swirl

Dare I look?

Dare I touch?
Dare I breathe?

Every fibre of my mind tells me no.
Every fibre of my body tells me…yes.
Contradictions in my head, swirling.
Desires like my juices, swirling.
What a ride - Around. Down.

In. Out.

Through?

I look.

I touch.

Barley breathe.

The resulting mix of fluid and flesh mingles, pulses.
The moment of "What now?" sweeps in and surrounds,
resulting in
A blend of release and tension that is revealingly intoxicating and terrifying.

Let go.


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