I had a dream that felicity's hips
were plunging and bounding
on my lap, but we didn't have
any clothes on. She was wild,
and it seemed like she might
take a wrong bounce and fly
off - but cunningly, she'd taken
advantage of my central prong
to sort of keep her in line! I was
stunned at first - just sitting there,
a big prong-lap statue with superfluous
extremities - 'til her face got a mean
look, like whose job is this? And I caught
on fast, making awkward (I thought) but
impeccably well-timed backwards
movements. No
Not "backwards" - reverse. No,
answering! Upwards. Lift and thrust
- I was half trampoline all of a sudden,
if people willingly half-impaled themselves
on half-trampolines! Her eyes drifted closed,
her lips parted, smiling - I had to admit it felt
great somehow from my side! Still,
what she was going through
had to be totally different
somehow,
right?
In the dream it all made sense, and
I didn't question it. 'Til suddenly I
came to myself (well, partly)
wondering and stunned to realize
it had been no dream! I'd just
thought it must be, because
the whole thing was so odd.
How did she know to do this?
What other tricks was she aware
of, wisely holding in reserve?
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