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She is on her third plane Turned lone against bent frame Gray skies shifting inches out of hands reach Only left behind thin barrier- underestimated want Platinum hair set in motion Buzzing with sizzling electricity And matted to reflection surface Sun beams twined in feathered strand She is in her fourth observation Set legs a crossed and gazing cool in dish mirror Prodding around velvety tissue with rouge split stick Eyes caught in lavender powder dashed on thin lines Untouchable dust coated cheeks Ruby bloom ripe on pale dull nape Nimble fingers set in motion with this Sleep induced tonic She is in her fifth trance Pastel

~~Jimmy's POV~~ He looked so flustered with his flopping over his shoulders and onto my pillow. He was looking at me like I was going to attack him or something. Close. "God, Jimmy, I can't wait any longer," he pouted. "I might make you, Percy." I looked up at him through my drunken eyes. "Oh, don't even-" I took my hand off his cock. His face fell. "Don't want to be teased?" I asked. "No, Pagey," he said, lips pursing. "Not right now." I just laughed and rubbed his chest, trying not to show my own arousal. I wanted to be in control. Then tonight would be perfect. "Then tell me what you want," I retorted, giving him false control.