Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream
The feeling of being grabbed around the shoulders by a tall, muscular man.
Kissing, biting each other on the lips, boiling over with passion.
Being pushed down to the ground, followed by his weight pressing on my body, his leg wedged in the middle of my two legs.
I’ve got to keep him by my side or he’ll walk out and never look back. But it felt right, so assured before. He saw my parents, was smiling with them. He rescued all of us in the end. Sorted the politics side, tied up loose ends. Gave us a strong arm that pulled us from the agonizing, almost vertical, final leg of our journey. That hill. But now we’ve arrived, the kids are all safe and sound. My family are here for my dad’s birthday. People are discussing the journey in awe and shock.
We went to his house, well i think it was a studio apartment, on the way. It was pure class. He had a cinema-sized Telly looming in front us as we entered the lounge slash living area and a grand piano sat in front of the screen, not high enough to obscure the TV, on a black stage. The three of us plonked ourselves on the huge, lush, rich-red coloured sofas facing the piano and the screen and I was told about the vibrating facility in the seat of the settee. I couldn’t locate it at first and just went along with the oohs and aahs of my companions. Then the young male, I couldn’t name his face, showed me I could get it to work if I sat on the gap between the cushions, which I did, and I felt good vibrations.
I also remember being on the tube, at an amusement park and disagreeing with my nephew. But the end bit was the most satisfying but also the most heartbreaking.
This is the stuff of my dreams. I don’t seem to be able to make it in real life, not often recently anyway. I have experienced the feeling in the past or I wouldn’t long for it and remember it the way I do.
I’m reading ‘The Worry Cure’ at the moment, and i fit almost every criterion of a worrier. There’s more to it than just simple worry or anxiousness. I need to be certain of everything. But certaintly is an impossibility in this life. I’m, in short, a control freak, but in controlling my life i leave no room for excitement, random events, lifechanging experiences. But we have to be responsible, reliable, thoughtful, to get on, to get and keep a job, keep friends. Balance, balance, balance, is what it’s all about, but if you think to hard about balancing things up your thoughts are turned to thinking and worry again.
I must change my ways and achieve my desires.
But perhaps the journey to what you desire is the most exciting part of all.
A bit of sex would go down well though.
