Much like a diary entry

[demona_cast]

Memory: Past midnight and I lay sleepless; collapsed in exhaustion from the hours before. Emotionally and physically drained; my mind will not allow me to sleep. Instead I live a waking dream, deluded by my senses. The tactile: I wrap myself around my lover, careful not to wake him, drinking in the warmth of his body with mine; I only just fit

Comments

[psuedonym777]

This is beautiful. And you told me you couldn't write. :o)

[demona_cast]

Strong feelings write themselves :P