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Tossing and turning in my bed at night. Hum of air conditioner like a lullaby, and yet the air is still thick and sticky on my naked skin. With each passing hour I grow more and more restless, my mind heavy with possibilities. Your image invades the space under my eyelids, I can not deny it...I lust for you. I give in to desire, to that primal hunger stripped of all expectation. It is just you and me now, naked, without any inhibitions. Skin to skin, flesh to flesh...I can almost taste you. And then I open my eyes, and it is all gone. It's three o'clock in the morning...and I really need a drink.
July 19 2005, 17:49:26 UTC 6 years ago