Thanks Indie for the thoughtful comment.
The human mind remains a mystery does it not?

I can’t explain love.I think it’s been so romanticised and commercialised that nobody knows what it is.In my mind there is no singular thing such as love….love might be the collective noun for lots of emotions.
I think the love that most people talk about is nothing more than an attachment that they can’t live without.
Hmmm

I’m never away. You can find me underneath your bed. Waiting patiently. Sweet poem Meg.

This is beautiful and I can see why you could want endless sleep.

All of a sudden I can’t open my eyes anymore… yup definitely a witch 🧙

Excellent write..thank you for sharing

I’m going to go have a little nap now….not post coital but a nap nonetheless.💋

I couldn’t leave you out… succubus.

Gee, Lady-Poet 🥀🐝

With such eloquent skill you’re blessed; and, this gorgeous Kyrielle Sonnet, laid in perfect iambic tetrameter and revealing refrains, proves it ~ ohhh-so brilliantly!

What else to say when you’re away,
but that my dreams are all of You.
When every motion’s set a-sway …
warmth undulates me all night through.

“Last night, you came inside my dream.
Though, desert heat would have us keep
our love apart, you poured a stream
and left me wanting endless sleep.” (MM-mmm!)

Herein, Dear Poetess, fraught with vivid imagery, emotive lure, smooth as silk diction, and metaphor to turn the most masterful bard green with envy, you’ve word-painted us a dream to build ‘n hold onto.

Excuse me, please, I feel the fantasy pillow softly calling my name! ⁓ Rascal✨

Longing ‘twined with love and lust was palpable. Plus I totally loved the refrain at the end which tied it together perfectly. Well felt writing, Mistress Kitten!

Beautiful. Dreamy and relatable.

Your sweetness melts me.
Thanks for stroking me girl…
Can you hear me purr?