vertiginous thoughts occupy space

                in my head where there was none

each thought jets by my naked eye

                shot from a smoking gun

lascivious intents spew words

                amidst thoughts to be impure

bring light to hidden lust of days

                that once were so obscure

awaked, a sense and sleeping desire

                but things aren’t what they seem

a deep breath, a touch…a selfish hunger

                was all this just a dream?