Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Sunday, July 03, 2005

I Can Dream

We lay together, your arms wrapped around me

Your fingers drawing lazy circles upon my stomach

Our breathing synchronising as we relax

The gentle touch of your skin on mine soothes me

The caress of your breath on the back of my neck comforts me

You slide your hands slowly up and down the side of my body

I feel your lips brush lightly across my shoulder

Then your tongue glides up my neck

I hear your breathing, now shallow and quicker, beside my ear

My heart races just under your tender touches

When I turn to face you our lips meet instinctively

There is no clumsiness, our movements are natural

Our needs, our wants, our desires take over

Our tongues continue to play as our bodies become closer

My hands exploring every inch of your body knowingly

Time stands still as I take you in, the perfect fit!

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