Floating 'mongst the Stars

Tired
at the dawn dawning
Tired
at the beginnning

Slight
small
yet not frail

Shall not give in
Shall not give up
Shall not give myself
except to myself

loves grows old
and stale
and ranc

So I feel gone
away
to a place beyond the rim
or is it in the hub?

celestial beings
beautiful glowing

And so for naught
struggled in vain

sleeping 'mingst the stars
and beings.

golden, silver
floating.
around me on all sides

i have been slowed
the floating moisture
around me.

light beacon
shining through
the darkened beams
and so my sleep
will be penetrated
by death.

i am alive
and you are beautiful.

and slowly softly hands
dancing
running
playing over the body
of me.

pleasure. continues.

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