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So we were kinda snowed in yesterday, and all I did was watch tv....and think about sex. You know how when you're sexually attracted to someone but it hasn't been either requited or consummated yet? You think about it. You think about it A LOT. It's like an elephant in the room. It just stands out, all thick with tension. Ever noticed how after it IS consummated, you're left with even more longing than you had when you could only wish? It's because you've tasted it (no pun intended), and you want more. That's the state I'm in at the moment. Sitting in my house, with nothing to do but watch mindless tv and THINK, did not help. LOL. I thought about her while: in the shower, eating lunch, cleaning my room, babysitting my 3 yr. old cousin, watching our unelected president blather on CNN. I thought about her ALL DAY LONG. I thought about her mesmerizing eyes, her sweet lips, her soft stomach, her perfect breasts, her moving hips, her utter everything. I thought about caressing the small of her back with excruciatingly slow kisses that last until the winter sun rises. I thought about the warm weight of my body as it covers hers. I thought about looking into her face as I make her come.....
So, yeah. This state I am in causes me to wax poetic. I'm a poet, so shoot me. I never claimed to be anything but.

This has got to be an entry to force at least one of you to comment. Come on, show some love.

[Edited on Dec 15, 2003 3:14PM]