it's that time where i'm dosing, falling in and out of sleep, conscious enough to feel my dreams.
the images are vivid, they're all with you, breathless and bright while my hairs askew.
i can feel your hands on my back, your fingers curling around my hips, in a conscious enough state my hands grip the sheets.
you pull me back and my back arches up, a moan of pleasure as our hands link up.
i see you in my sleep and you've got me wrapped, your arms holding me to mimic the straps. you continue to tip me over the edge, my hair, my hands, then you stop again.
you've a grip i can't describe, one that haunts me, i feel it on my thighs baby it's always guaranteed.
there are some images that are sweet, like little honey guides, then there are ones like these, the ones that make me melt in the sheets and the ones that make me tongue tied.
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Poesiaa series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
