Monday, April 6, 2009


There was something about the way he touched her curves, that she couldn't understand. In a bed ,they lay, in his sleep, a hand gravitates to her girth. The ignorance he held was pitiful. His eyes like those of a puppy dog haunted her as she slept. The ins and outs raced through her lop sided mind, she disrupted his sleep with a jerk of nerves, they doubled in her sleep, because she kept them so well hidden in the light of faces. He told her once he couldn't figure out what was going on in her mind. Truthfully- It was intriguing he said....Sarcastically- a mystery she said. 

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