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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As you sit at the edge of your bed dreaming of the man who should be there, fog rolls to the windowsill.A shape appears at the picture windows and beckons for entry.You slowly rise and walk towards the door.A smile crosses your lips as a large man dressed in white enters your bedroom. He turns in mid stride and smiles at you. The icy blue depths of his eyes seem to melt what little defense you give.As he scoops you into his arms,you feel the earth give way beneath you.A few moments later you feel the smooth texture of silk beneath your outstretched body. Youare set down on the bed and before you can position yourself,he is on top of you.Legs mingling with legs,one hand on your back and the other running through your hair.You cannot see his face, but you know he's there.He's every man you've ever dreamed of.Funny how you can't see his face. His bite seems like a tickle.As his hand runs across your thigh,your eyes roll into your head and heslides down your length.He smiles and clasps your hand,pulling you closer to him.Then with a quickened movement,your eyes are opened wide. Your arms grasp at nothingness while you feel his love inside you.Invisible hands caress you.Invisible lips taste your flesh.A kaliedescope whirls before your eyes before you notice that he's gone.You rise in your bed soaking wet.The sheets are tossed aside and you wonder, "Was it a dream or was it really him?"... ...As you sit at the edge of your bed dreaming of the man who should be there,fog rolls to thewindowsill and a wolf cries in the night.
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