Sometimes you come to me at night. Sometimes, in the morning. Sometimes when I meditate. Sometimes, I am distracted by a scent of energetic possibility as I work, or drive, or ponder at the vanilla sky.
Sometimes I respond to your kiss, your embrace, and I get on that delicious airplane flight of fantasy. Sometimes, and more recently, I don't allow myself the luxury. I don't know if you're a real human on this planet and this energetic connection is beyond space, from some other reality, or just my imagination running away with me. It's not the first time I've energetically dreamed someone, before I ... met... them. It happens more often than I like to give myself credit for.
I'm curious. Who are you? Of course I want to meet you. I want the deliciousness of possibility to bloom into the space between our bodies. So come to me. Reveal yourself. Place your hand in mind. That's how I'll know.
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