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She feels the dreadnought.
An electric secret from the dark,
pushing her haze aside
and the cages on her heart
still as the heartbeats inside.
But her private darkness melts
like an anchor unbolted.
The exertion strobes senseless
from her every fiber on skin.
Velvet joy and swelling touch,
her world extends alluring,
loose every bond to shadow
and she feels the world pound.
Every feeling, she feels double,
passion bright white knuckle,
undoubtedly meshed with others,
like the ocean shoving senses offshore.