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Tuesday, May 06, 2003

How Many Hours Til Bedtime?  
Last night in my dreams I was talking to a black man. His skin was very dark and smooth, hair styled in an afro, almond eyes. He was tall and lean, wearing a white jersey with royal blue trim. He leaned in and kissed me; his lips were soft. He slipped his tongue past my lips; I let out a soft cry, like a sigh almost, and molded my body to his. He whispered "yeah, give it to me", but softly not raunchy at all, just encouraging me. By "it" he meant my passion, my soul, my heart. He smelled so good and tasted delicious.

God, sometimes I have the best dreams.