IT REALLY DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE
A WOMAN'S THOUGHTS...by b. Malin
RUNNING WILD IN MY BRAIN...by b. Malin
What was I thinking about last night when my thoughts were running wildly in my brain?
And my fantasies were conjuring there as well...heating me to my very soul.
My brain and my passions danced together with such warmth and desire, the perfect duet.
As we lay so close together by the open fire.
You rubbing your beard in my hair, and telling me how good it smelled.
You seemed so content...I felt restless...though I swear I don't know why.
You laid your head upon my chest and your breathing soon became that of a man in deep slumber...
MY desires slowly ebbing away...making way for the sadness I felt entering me.
When you woke in the morning and found me gone...
What did you think?
What did you do?
I wonder...as I sit on a bus going somewhere, will you even notice that I'm gone?
Or will you just throw another log on the fire...and go back to sleep.