Dried Leaves And A Spark: Revisited

A cashew-nut she pressed between my lips slumberous awestruck I chewed it groping for her hands in the dark if she really was there or I was dream living why should a woman in the middle of night press a cashew-nut moist and warm between my lips was she hungry herself hypoglycemic picking them in despair popping one betwixt my lips or is it the one I popped through hers last evening misdirected without my knowing it found the vertical lip betwixt her swells till she felt the prick when loosened her robes and it stirred in her a long forgotten spark so she came back in the middle of night for me to chew the re-popped cashew-nut slumberous awestruck!