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Just thoughts
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Just thoughts I don't know how to do this, someone might have inspired me....I am just going to let my thoughts spill...... I think the chinese shorts, are red, a bright red, that match her toenails, that the water has touched as she stands in my door way, she knows my head is down, but she knows, I know....I can scent her, I can smell her...I can sense her...she is there in my periphoral, and she knows it, and that is why she teases, she just wants to see, what her hold over me is...if she can break me away, but she already knows, all she has to do is ask, but she wont, she will make me do it....and I struggle, the pen, clenches in my hand, I don't dare look up, because I will loose any power I have, I can hear the water droplets fall off her dark hair....I look up... me, work deminishes, i loose all sense of priority, other than her, I calculate how far I have to jump, to get up the desk, and across the room....not thinking to walk around, like a normal man would...this is no normal women, she deserves and desires an effort, the desk is mahogany, she bought it for me, she knew I wanted an office in the house....the chair, gets kicked out from behind me, with one swift foot, I plant the other, the right hand on top of the desk, work is now forgotten, I have one goal in mind...her, only her, everything else is third, secondary, is what I will do when I get there.....I spring across the desk, I slip, but catch it, in a superhero stance, hand on the ground, on one knee, head down, I still have to look up at her, when I regain my composure, that damn sweater, I am glad, she didn't throw it away...she still lingers and lounges against the doorframe, she doesn't even twitch, she knows what she has done...Primal is in her eyes, she desires, she knows I do too, her scent is strong, she smells me...I stand up, prostrate for convicition, and walk slow, 4 steps, measured, as I look her dead in the eye...she pauses, she knows I am serious....I don't do what she expects....I don't pounce...I bend, and pick her up by the waist, bringing her to my level...kiss her softly, on the neck, my hands around her, with her secure in my embrace, she is mine, and I am hers....not sure, where we will make it, but I know i must have her,,,, |
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Beautiful stream of consciousness...more thought that "writing'...more feeling than thought. Intoxicating view into your psyche.
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