Night Thoughts

Its dark in here, nothing but the off white glare from the monitor on the walls. The only sound is garbled tv banter. I think they call it the news. More talk about death, and people dying, and the world going to hell. I don’t know but its really quashing my creative, upbeat vibe. *Click* Aah, the mute button, truly man’s best invention so far. Oh and hey, maybe I’ll just jam to this Lionel Ritchie music. The old stuff. That’s right. I get down like that.

Now what was I feeling creative about again?

Vibing to Lionel. He moves me. Incidently I happen to be listening to Easy Like Sunday Morning, which Chris and I made love to last week. It played over and over, and over, heehee. Ironically it didn’t take him long to get me in bed either. I’m whore-ishly attracted to him. Gah I just love the way he looks so tough and rugged, and his touch is so gentle, and he knows just the way to caress my skin. He pampers me me love, kisses, and massages. I love that he doesn’t expect me to sleep with him just because we’re married. I love his lips, so full and red, and perfect for kissing. I could just spend obilivion in his arms, naked under a warm blanket, total darkness. The light scent of soap mingled with Safari for men. Total bliss.