I have Techniocolored visions that always include a presence, you, who, quite like the dreamer share delight in this dream. The way you leave me without the ability to walk is mind boggling. Your hands have never touched my soft flesh nor your lips caress mine. I haven't felt your body pressed against my breasts as you breathe in my ear in rhythmic dizziness, lying under you in a position of surrender, feeling my own abiding strength and limitless power as the pleasure builds in my belly and through my thighs. I can keep a fantasy for myself however every time I see you, my mind pulls upon it and it’s not something that I can control. My knees tingle and I give in to hot flashes. I have to walk away from my conscience or else I will faint. Particles of strength gather in me like steel shavings drawn to a spacious magnetic center, forming a tight cluster that nothing, it seems can break as I calm myself. You are intoxicating.
