Lusting at Midnight

Why after Midnight?

I wonder why I wait here sitting at my computer staring at the nothingness. I listen to music, and wait. I write and wait. I surf and wait. Anxious am I for some adventure, some torrid affair to bloom before me like a fire.

Yet the fire has not bloomed - it rages. RAGES into a burning unquenchable lust. i am not reading an harlquine romance novel - NO - I am waiting for HIM. The piece of my sanity, my longing, my yearning. They say do not trust the internet - oh but why? The nay-sayers they know not of my love. They know not how his words so sweetly fill me. Like a sweet wine his words are on my lips exploding with flavor, with life, with vigor. I need him. I want him.

I devore each moment each touch of his virtual flesh. Just after midnight when the spell begins to weave magic - so perfectly so purely - so deliciously.

I simply wait. Until the magic starts with a sound and the simple typed word - "Hello".

My love my life my spirit is free when I lust after midnight.

Virtual Kisses until I sleep.

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tnderhrt23 6 years ago

Had to smile at this one...been here and shivered as I read it! Splendid!

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