Anesthesia
My Anesthesia,
you keep me under your power
the way you put me to bed.
The way you tuck me in tight
is a wonderful touch, feeling
the midnight in your flora duvet.
I drift in the quiet, a willing surrender,
where shadows dissolve into soft,
heavy lace.
Mm..time goes tender and distant
from there, ahh in your cohesive
embrace.
—JG ©2026
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