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**The trans I fall into when staring into my thoughts
By day or by night
Has the ability to steal me**

To the darkened velvet space, coated in a glistening blanket made of whispers
Under, on a field of green life, for miles and miles
I stand the only one
Slowly I inhale the breath of this quiet scene of sweet delusion
And absorb the soft spoken stories that it holds
Playfully it swirls around my body lifting my hair to dance along side in its rhythm
I blank my vision and tilt my head up for a better listen to the sensations within the tune

…and...I melt…

Amongst the silver path, a presence blows forth a whistled melody
Of lovers lips tenderly pressing against mine
And soothing notes of lovers hands float to me
Caressing my body with a gift of a strong yet gentle touch
Appreciating every inch of my being
To the desired swishing I sway
Letting the sensual revere seep into my vanes with beautiful intentions
To the passionate swaying I swish
Letting the calming beat release of what I am made
Wrapped in the harmonious embrace I surrender myself to its glory
And dance into a world beyond words
Here is where I step into the deepening pause
That separates the connection of picturesque eyes from mine
I reach out to the illusion of touching this presence
of touching my dream
I feel him… somehow, I really feel him

...and...I melt...