It's not the revealing glasses-wearing illusion in pornos. The magic of words. The magic of the scintillating swirl of words forming a new picture. A Monet of ugly thoughts. Negativity, doubt, denial, and insecurity in the world creating a palette that can depict the world. You don't learn that in school. You practice the formulaic marching and chanting and regurgitating the words spat at you. That's a societal dogma drilled into us. Academia is Athena springing forth from the crack you got in your head from walking into a brick wall. Otherworldly and blinding, ready to disrupt everything in sight.

Accessive strength lifts her to the bed.

Clammy hands rub her face and head.

Academics in sheets is what will take place.

Dominating lust and affection they chase.

Everlasting peace and relaxation in demand.

Mimicks and whispers from the middle of her hand.

Inside a place where no one will come.

Caressing and promising that she is the only one.

Settling down is right to end a peaceful night.