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Eyelids floating downward, shutting out the world.I see new images appear, as imagination is unfurled,stretching my horizons to forever. I can seeall the things I’ve missed.  All the possibilities.The passion that I’ve longed for, the subtle curve of breast.The warmth of tender kisses softly trailing down her chestacross her stomach, gently, to find rest in pleasure’s place.Somewhere in the darkness, I find pleasure in this space.As I return to wakefulness, I view my localityand wonder which experiences are reality.- Ken Johnson, 2008

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