I cant sleep. This doesnt happen often but when it does I sit and I think to myself about all the things I should or could be doing. I think sometimes that I will get up in the morning and finally begin life. I keep thinking to myself that life will start and I will be in the thick of it. I will wake to find myself laughing with my head thrown back and my dark eyes twinkling. And just then at the right time I will look across to see my lover's eyes smiling back at me. Contented and audacious like the glossy ads of magazines and the crisp language of makeup commercials we will bounce off into that great and happy unknown, leaving our audience to wonder at happenings in their own humdrum lives.
I should sleep now. I wont. I wish there were someone to call for the familiar comfort that sex brings. The smell of sex and the taste of it are what I want at this instant. The saltyness. The hot smell of good sweat. I called a potential lover but they were asleep. They have an early day I suppose or perhaps a late night. I dont care. I just wanted to forget for a little while and I resent this absent lover a little for being unavailable.
Contact. I just need contact.
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