What are these thoughts that come into my head in the dead of the night?
I dreamt he touched me.
He looked into my eyes,
Caressed my hair.
It was perfect,
The way we moved alongside each other
The way he bite the tips of my skin
Reaching the insides of my soul.
I betrayed you, having dreamt,
Having felt, unwillingly,
Another man’s touch,
In the absence of control, my most vulnerable state.
– Shammy 6/5/12 3:34am