Her dreams were not so much disturbed as
disarranged by what had
just happened and she felt herself
float above the bed to see them both like
inverted commas, quite naked,
surrounded by bundled pyjamas,
bunnies and smileys intermingled,
reeking of each other’s pussies and
no longer sure of
what they were.
O, I do like this. Passion does that..."no longer sure of what they were" whatever gender mix...and there's a sweetness to this with the bunnies and smileys.
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