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It's midnight,
Lights out,
All is quiet,
All is dark.
I'm standing in the middle of my room,
When I feel a descrete presence.
I am still,
I am silent,
As I hear a noise,
And the presence becomes stronger.
And out of a dark corner,
I sence a quick movement,
And in an instant,
Your face flashes in my eyes.
But before I am able to react,
Your body slams up against mine,
Your hands quickly lock around my wrists,
And your lips press against mine.
You push me backwards,
And I trip over my bed,
With you on top of me,
Breathing heavely.
You kiss me once more,
As your hands fiddle around my pants,
And finally finding what your searching for,
You slowly zip them down.
And as I lay there speechless,
Wondering what is happening,
I am forced awake,
With a sudden jolt.
This was all just a dream,
And it was all to real,
But now I'm beginning to wonder,
If I'm supposed to let that happen.
 SidertickSword · Mon Mar 16, 2009 @ 10:58pm · 0 Comments |
