her slight body lain before me the calm rise and fall of her chest, i like to watch her breathe: i know she is alive. Alive and sentient. Alive and sensual i ponder the curves of her from her smooth neck, arched backwards her small breasts, bound by a tight shirt, but doing their best to gain my attention the lines of her ribcage, tracing aorund her sides and up into her chest. her flat stomach. her hips, her loins, her legs. Oh to touch! to trace, to caress those curves If only she'd ask, she has before not tonight though. But there will be another chance, i said as much. And i'd be a fool to waste it twice So for the moment i shall mull on the memory and it will keep me. The inconvinience of sociology and geography forgotten, it need not apply, because now we will meet in dreams -*-*-*-*-*-*- yeah you know damn right.... 1321|280305