se7enchance

Slumbering


I listen to the song of a woman I've never met. Indian and svelte, she croons with casual seduction.

My weariness is draped across a backdrop of reluctance. Uncertainly drips from my slack jaw. I am rabid with repressed desire.
I still want to seize Her with both hands. I want to crush bruises into her arms. Black and blue spheres on her biceps and triceps. My lust opens a single eye, cat-like, at the idea.

I lull it back to sleep with the music of strangers.

12:14 a.m. - 2014-06-12

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