Donkey Brain

I’m better with just a whisper of you in my life

The feint tinge of your delicious breath on my neck

Any more of your air and I don’t care

About me. About them.

About anything.

Just a whisper of potential is the carrot to my donkey brain

Stops me going insane.

Too much of you is a gas chamber

A clamber to get out.

The overwhelming sensation of being overcome.

So don’t shout. Don’t talk.

But if you must.

Whisper. Whisper. Whisp…

(C) Slumpless

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