Wednesday, February 23, 2011

dreamland...

Morning and Yah bless! So I ended up going to bed late and this morning I have to be up to begin those exercises I was given, but I really woke up brcause of a strange dream I had. So this chocolate kat I grew up with named WB was back in my life during the christmas season after having been gone for sometime. Now he was back, attractive far more than previous with a body chock full of rugged musculature....brotha was now extremely built; got a body...the kind that came from those jailhouse workouts...and my mind tried to run back to the past, but he was one I totallly cut off amd lost his number when I deactivated fb. This morning before I wake up I dream im back at the apartment complex I grew up in and I see him and maybe his sister dealing with some children and his maroon car is parked in the street. I immediately feel that lust rise and I get his attention and tell him to come here. He says he has to help his sister or something like that and I have some boxes that I all of a suddenly notice and I say that I require his help in loading these boxes in the apartment. The apartment by the way is our previous, previous apartment 108 (the previous apt. Before mom bought her house and I left was 107 and 108 was before we moved into 107). He comes in and the thug appeal gets me, im climbing on him, hands traveling across his musculature. His hard places; turned on and inflamed with lust. I tell him to pick me up amd he does and im biting a nipple on his massive chest in between telling him how much ive missed and wanted him. Hes smiling that smile most attractive thugs smile when they know how potent and attractive they are and we kiss...he looks like himself, but he doesnt...he looked like a flesh and blood, living and breathing sketch artist's rendition of a person...like a mixture of a real person including ares of sketching-hard to describe but I see it clearly. We were, rather I was trying to engage before my mother came back home and were distracted by someone whistling b4 gettin back to it. Then I woke up.

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