Dim light, warm and inviting, pricks the back of my eyelids. Velvet soft feelings dance beneath my fingertips, beckoning them to press against it and guide it. Like feeling the ocean ebb and flow around you. Wrapping softly, yet firmly, around my waist as it surges forwards and longs to push it self against every curve as completely as possible. A rushing euphoric pulsing body pressed tightly, ignoring the clothing between the embrace, longing for nothing more than to share a bed, a breath, a heartbeat.
Then red floods the backs of my eyelids. Lust in technicolor, high definition surround sound passion. Flicker then stop, deep breaths bring the black shades back into the closed eyes. Receding tides allow for another moment of adulterated love. Steady breathing resumes, warm breath against the neck, a single nail futilely presses against polyester clothing. Now skin, no barrier. Cut through the roads less traveled and the unbeaten paths. Follow the yellow brick road.
Crimson tides roll in. Follow the white rabbit.
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