Shifting in the worn velvet.
Finding the legroom.
Engaging in an arms war with neighbouring parties.
Lines drawn, territory marked.
Blackness stretches and yawns.
Curling an arm over your shoulder.
Panoramas of unimaginable mountain ranges surround you.
Your body sinks lower, seeking comfort.
Feats of heroic, epic proportions play out.
You urge your chosen idol on.
Hope is offered…
Crushed underfoot in the twist you never saw coming.
Time rushes on unnaturally.
Propelling you to climax.
Let it last.
Answer all my questions.
Feeling cheated.
Bereft.
Your willing suspension of disbelief departs.
