Thursday, September 11, 2008
everything
I have a dream woman and she keeps me going. Through thoughts of this lady I become different on the inside. She is highly educated and extremely sexy. I have dreams of touching her hair and curling it sofly with my fingers while I gently caress and kiss her neck. I want to make her giggle with pleasure and joy, often. I want her to remain a dream because there is no way reality can match it. This understanding is rational and real. However, too often people desire the dream. When the dream seems like it is coming to fruition, and after the excitement dies down, you can fully expect your reality to be far removed from your original ideal. The reality rarely reflects the dream which is why dreams need to sustain themselves on the inside. We may want the dream, but the reality is that some dreams should remain dreams. It is through dreams we derive hope. Without hope there can be no desire. My dream woman is real, but in my dreams she is more than that; she is my everything; and reality can't touch that!
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