don’t wake me up. let me stay in the slumber of your love my dear and we can love for yet another year. I can’t seem to find you in my dreams that much but boy when I do best believe it’s a love like no other; a dream come true. don’t let me find you again because I swear it’s gonna be bad. bad in a good sense where I’m pushing you on the bed baby and putting my hands on your butterscotch skin. I’ll be driven by the moonlight and this dream sequence to remove your clothing and throw them of the edge of the bed where they may fall into a parallel cloud universe and disappear forever baby. no more clothing for life. I’ll lift you up with telepathy, and hold you a couple feet up from the cloud mattress. I watch as you lay upon the air, mysterious, sexy and ready for a sweet dream.
I remove my clothing and send them to follow your clothes, placing me naked in dream space with my dream beauty, a masterpiece recreated my mind. you watch me float over to you. A distant golden sunrise and a cremé colored moon caressed by pink clouds paints the back drop. my slender build arouses you while my milky chocolate skin illuminates as I climb on to you. you get excited. we can no longer hold off dream feels. we can no longer hold off passion. we make dream love that fills the entire dream space with passionate colors, and lubricating sounds that smooth over a long day of hard work and madness.
(Raindrops, car door slams, cars morning commute.)
up. things like life, love, happiness are filling my head. problems are racking up nowadays, but I honestly don’t let them bother me anymore; not like a used to.
things used to happen to me, and o would let it affect my happiness, my joy. let it fill me up and turn me sour. no longer.
I’ve decided to take life one day at a time, and do what I gotta do for me and my happiness. [still figuring out what makes me happy] I kind of have a glimpse.
(calming hum of a fan; airplane passing by; cars on an early morning pursuit.)
sleepless in Seattle.