A man, who says he likes me, I've recently met,
But to think that's true, Yeah right.....I bet.
But that didn't matter, I didn't seem to care.
What mattered was the impact on eachother we shared.
There was no sex and there was no kissing.
Our bodies connecting within a hug is what I am missing.
I have flown away all because I wanted to go home.
And now all of a sudden, I feel somewhat alone.
I fantasize about him espeacially in my sleep.
That our naked bodies are one under the sheets.
I imagine his sweat rubbing off onto my breats.
And I'm resting my head on his beautifully buffed chest.
Out of pleasure we would laugh, moan and become roudy.
As his muscular arms caress my naked body.
A burst of burning passion makes me wonder what is this worth.
But then I forget about that, just as long as we shake the Earth.
Then we hugged some more and again we kissed.
And when I woke up from this dream, I was pissed.
why do I often dream about him? Why is he so near?
Even after this dream I can still feel his muscular arms that can put me to tears.
I guess I shouldn't have told him how I felt in that letter.
I suppose leaving in silence would have been better.
Now I am bothered and tortured throughtout the nights.
Alone I will have to fight him off with all of my might.
Oh well! It's just another sad case of my heart on fire.
Soon this chapter will end in my book of "Lustful Desires".
~FIREBIRD
1/29/99
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