The madness of needing her, the bleeding desire for me to allow her to lay within the bounds of these arms owns me. That truth owns my senses as the hellish heat of a mid-summer night slips into the chaos of nightdreams.
Raging within wildness comes as erotic dreams of her. Of her teasing until my screams rip into the truthfulness of an empty room. A bedroom holding me in sleep`s wake as the tides of dreams grip me in exhaustion. Sleep is possessing while in dreams her threads of silken blond caress my face.
Soft tickling teasing as she nestles above me with us eyes to eyes.
(( Madness Of Needing – WindWhispere ))
WindWhisperer 