While you are sleeping
Created | Updated Jun 16, 2004
The bedroom door lets out an eerie creek as I slowly push it open...
Here, my prince lay asleep, the ghostly white sheet, settled halfway down, exposing his slightly less-built body. I caress his chest, running my fingers softly over him.
His lips are slightly apart; I can hear the peaceful whisper of every breath.
His eyelids flicker, as if in deep sleep. I run my trembling fingers through his smooth, golden hair - trembling through excitement.
His lips move into a smile. Is he awake? Is he dreaming? Does he enjoy me toying with him?
I must go! He can't see me. For Christ sakes he doesn't even know who I am.
I stand up, tenderly kissing him on the cheek. Oh god, he smells so good, I want him. Oh, I need him.
I love him so much - Will he ever love me?
Here, my prince lay asleep, the ghostly white sheet, settled halfway down, exposing his slightly less-built body. I caress his chest, running my fingers softly over him.
His lips are slightly apart; I can hear the peaceful whisper of every breath.
His eyelids flicker, as if in deep sleep. I run my trembling fingers through his smooth, golden hair - trembling through excitement.
His lips move into a smile. Is he awake? Is he dreaming? Does he enjoy me toying with him?
I must go! He can't see me. For Christ sakes he doesn't even know who I am.
I stand up, tenderly kissing him on the cheek. Oh god, he smells so good, I want him. Oh, I need him.
I love him so much - Will he ever love me?
