Immersion, in the sense it's here and now
The time it takes intoning solemn vow
I breathe in deep, with wonder do I fill
Breathing underwater is a skill
The bubbles burst exploding with a thrill
I breathe in deep to saturate the will
Nostalgia for a time of future state
Immersed until I feel its presence sate
Without description, liquidly I breathe
In the depths of womanhood you wreathe
Each tendril an infinity of scopes
My heart, on plot of fantasy, elopes
Contentedness, an oddness of this phase
Subtleness is not the way I blaze
A celebration of all life and whim
Breathing all of life right to the brim
Breathing underwater is a skill
I breathe in deep, with wonder do I fill
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