posted by dave on Tuesday, June 27, 2006 at 12:07 AM in category dreams, ramblings

I doubt that I'll ever be able to look at her the same way again. It might have been just a dream, but my subconscious doesn't know that. To my subconscious, it was incredibly real.

So now, now I know how she kisses. I know how the weight of her body feels when it's pressing down on me. I know what she tastes like. I know how soft her fingers are when they lightly stroke my skin. I know how she sighs and smiles after she's climaxed.

I know what becomes of distractions after that distraction becomes unnecessary.

They move into my head, and they inhabit my dreams.

I can still feel her tongue against mine.

I'm not a bad person. It was, after all, just a dream.

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