Breakfast
The fade-sleep fog obstructs the view through sleep-blurred eyes; like framing a photograph through a glass partition, my mind comprehends the dream reflection as well as the waking world on… Read more »
Tag: Arousal
Concupiscence
It hits me with the chaotic silk-winged strength of an errant butterfly, a punch to the solar plexus that spreads heat in a confused beat-flap of unexpected desire. Warmth, nostalgic… Read more »
Saturday Night Fever: Juicy Jammies
Juicy? The night I stole borrowed purloined my husband’s Batman jammies, he teased me that he would be excited to put them on and wear them himself once I’d “gotten… Read more »
Reaching
It’s anticipatory.Reminiscent.A reflex action in my not-quite-dream state. My hand curves just _so_ when I extend it through the graylight veil between sleep and wakefulness, reaching for you. For a… Read more »