Archive-name: Dreams/frmdream.txt
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Archive-title: Dream


``...She was wearing something pink, or off-white.  All that I remember was the
jacket I was wearing was a tweed sport coat.  We walked into the house, and
headed for the bedroom.  It was at the top of a small staircase, and overlooked
the living room.  The bed was to the right, and must have been 20' x 20'.  It
was covered with loose white cotton sheets, and almost a dozen overstuffed 
pillows..."

``...I woke up in her arms.  We were intertwined like pasta.  I kissed her, and
she murmured.  I slipped out of bed, and put on my coat, and walked down the
stairs and out the door."

``...Upon my return, I headed directly for the elevated bedroom.  For some
reason, I was looking straight down on the bed, from the ceiling.  She was 
completely nude, and lying in the middle of the bed.  The bed was white, her
hair was blonde, and her skin was slightly tan.  There are no pillows or
blankets around her.  She is a monolith of beauty amidst a sea of pale.  The
next thing I know, I have lost my vantage point of the ceiling, and I am next
to her, unclothed.  My lips upon hers awaken her.  I passionately kiss her, and
move from her mouth to her ears and throat.  My lips trail down her chest, and
I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue.  Slowly, I tire of this, and
gently start snaking further south.  My hands are on her thighs.  My mouth
feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel and I follow it.  Down."

[from a dream]

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