I Wonder if He Knows...

Swaying in the wind like a pendulum, my thoughts rock left to right. Controlled by the desires within my heart, and influenced by a gravitational will, he pulls me…

~ I CLOSE MY EYES ~

Spinning Dwele tracks, I’d hate to “wake the baby”. Sipping cheap wine, but rich in desire. Fulfilling that hunger, as he nibbled on my thighs. His hands like vines around the circumference of my bosom, my body like a compass, directing him south. Touch me.

I hate to just lye back, but I remember way back, yet I wonder if he knows.

DEEP in concentration, who gives a damn about conversation. There is no LOOSE interpretation, this is a language even I don’t know. At one point I lost my diction, and needed him to TEACH me a LESSON. I was rising and falling to the HEAD of the class so to show my appreciation, I let him bite my apple. Sweet.

Yet I wonder if he knows…

The breathing got steady, and his muscles became tense. He was like a hurricane; blowing through my body and washing away these sugar walls. My turn. He nibbled on my subconscious as he searched for G. When my mind caught up to the thrusts it gave my body the signal to release. YES! I fell back in satisfaction, and looked at him with disbelief. Just like I imagined. I reached over to take a puff of his cigarette, and exhaled as the sensation escaped my body. After the greatest 4 minutes of my life had passed (you gotta love it!), I leaned over and gave him a signal; it was time for round 2.

"Spinning Dwele tracks"… yet I wonder if he knows.

~WAKE~
Hoping to chase my fantasy off the pages of my internal slideshow, I keep running my mental script. If virtual reality is the alternative to real opportunity, then don’t wake me from my slumber till my dreams deliver me a promise. I want you.

© A. L. Lewis