I don’t know you.
Yet you haunt me while I sleep and when my brain wonders into a mindless abyss.
I don’t want to know you.
Yet I want to pick apart the mystery that is you.
I don’t want to fuck you.
Yet I think about you fucking me all the time.
The thoughts and my imagination are probably far more enticing than the reality that is you. That is the truly sad part of reality is the reality.
So, I’ll lay here, legs spread, one hand on my breast and the other on my clit. Let my mind think of the deviant fantasized form of you making me come over and over.
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I love this little piece. It encompasses the whole concept of subject/object relations quite perfectly.
Comment by Remittance Girl 08.19.13 @ 6:55 pmBuddha, Aw thanks. Things are getting back on track. Hopefully I will find some filthy inspiration very soon. 🙂
Comment by Dark Gracie ® 08.27.13 @ 11:09 amGracie, once the mystery is gone, what is left is all of you in all of your glory.
Comment by X 08.25.13 @ 12:38 pmSay what is on your mind
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