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2006-03-27 18:21:34 ET On Certain Nights ~ 10-3-01 On certain nights When I am lying awake, in bed...alone... sheets virgin white ceremoniously starched, pressed, stretched and tugged flat coolly caressing me. I think of you. Even though, I don’t yet know you. I think of you and you come. You come... delving into me. I only know you by the spastic little spasms that make you shudder as you dip into me. Your fingers - memorizing my every curve. My fingers - coming alive -hypersensitive- as I encircle you. We tango in liquid motion; The choreographer’s wet dream goes on for hours wrinkling starched sheets. Even our breathing puffing perfectly in sync. Moonlight finds us entwined...exhausted... you singing softly, lullabies in my ear; me drifting off to dreams. On certain mornings When I awake, in bed...alone... sheets virgin white ceremoniously pressed, starched, stretched and tugged flat coolly caressing me. I don’t yet know you so I consent to dream a little while longer. |
