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Erotic (repost, not friends only)
May. 22nd, 2004 11:28 pmJust as I wake up and right before falling asleep, I can feel my mind transitioning from conscious to subconscious. I step out of myself and start observing the strange and surreal thoughts that begin to form, coalescing like the congealing skin that forms on a simmering soup.
When I woke up the other morning, I had a vision of you. I was lying in bed, and I looked across the room (but I'm not sure if my eyes were open) and there was another bed diagonally opposite mine. You were laying on it, supine and sensual, dressed only in a pair of white stockings and garters. The paleness of your skin matched them almost completely.
Your back was arched ever so slightly, and the lovely rolling mounds of your perfect breasts curved up into the morning air as if they were waiting for the sun to rise over them.
Your long, silky legs were bent at the knee, a right angle pointing into the mattress, and they came apart oh so slowly, falling open, graced by the morning light that spilled into the window.
And then, sudden and terrible, I awoke fully and realized you weren't there. Cruel self-torture from the blissful ache of wanting...
When I woke up the other morning, I had a vision of you. I was lying in bed, and I looked across the room (but I'm not sure if my eyes were open) and there was another bed diagonally opposite mine. You were laying on it, supine and sensual, dressed only in a pair of white stockings and garters. The paleness of your skin matched them almost completely.
Your back was arched ever so slightly, and the lovely rolling mounds of your perfect breasts curved up into the morning air as if they were waiting for the sun to rise over them.
Your long, silky legs were bent at the knee, a right angle pointing into the mattress, and they came apart oh so slowly, falling open, graced by the morning light that spilled into the window.
And then, sudden and terrible, I awoke fully and realized you weren't there. Cruel self-torture from the blissful ache of wanting...