Listen to the sound in the ebony scence.
Ah the sweet sound of bliss and pure indulgence.
So the thoughts aren't heard.
You question the sound.
Why must they drownd the words that say and mix together.
Feel this sweet numness throughout your mind and every touch that goes unfelt.
A feeling so overwhelming and delicious. Sweet, Sweet indulgence.
You question this different feeling of mystery and delight
It is not of the norm though it was you must have a thought that darkens every way.
Don't even say a whisper.
Don't move those beautiful lips full of so much to say just waiting to pour out what has been kept for an eternity.
You question this chaotic way of being so wordless.
Touch me and make the dullness go away.
Embrace my being as I search for something more.
More, thats all I want is to be wanted in any way.
I can't live without the want anymore.
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