A Place Of Mis-Behind! Curtains Please! She wondered through the mind like a panther, slow and riviting. Her sway was like a stream, mindful of the pulse that threatened to evoke her to calm begginings. She felt strange to her own skin, as if she was feeling her body from the insides first instead of the skin she knew covered her with its calm gentle lay. Cold with misty grey rain, the wind made love to the sun with its raptourous thrusts until she felt the climax of her glow outshine the realm of her being with light undying. Its warmth silencing the wind with quiet ease. Feeling the bound of solid beneath her being to her to the place she longed to be, where it s all behind her now all the thoughts , the pain, the remembrances, the deaths that clamied her with its cruel dance, Does tortured clean breaths installed into the micro optic orgasm calls you to scream its wonderful birth. The rush, oh the sensual sting throbing its way to all centers to point to the messenger of all infinite longing. She knew she was a Mis- Behind, she wanted it to go on forever, she remembered when the reasons turned to why, why is the m***age of humility at it closet dark. She wanted to speak of quiet surroungings bathed in evercessssssent bliss. The bliss ran and sang her favorite song, if only the knowledge was known that she was, was.' Only she knew warm was the blood that enveloped her and made her feel its hot and demanding presence, eyes of piercing fierceness strangled her as she peered into the clear depth of soul and mind .