Lying quietly in my lonely room, there is no sounds, but the sound of the quiet hum of the ceiling fan breaks the silent with a soothing rythmn. It begins to rain outside, the drops create a soothing rythmn on the metal roof. As I lay there, listening to the off beat rythmns of both the fan above and the rain outside, I close my eyes and think of my love laying next to me. I can feel her warm breath on my bare chest as she sleeps, the softness of her body against my skin as she lays sleeping, her breathing slow and rythmic, almost in tempo with the rain outside. As the lightning brightens up the room in a soft, blue white glow, I catch a glimpse of the curves of her body, sexy and sweet as a freshly picked cherry. Our love making hours before has filled my heart with anticipation of another round, I smell her sweet perfume that fills my head with satisfaction, knowing that nothing will disturb this perfect moment. Her hair lays softly on the pillow, her face full of content as she lays dreaming as she softly moans. Suddenly, a crack of thunder opens my eyes, only to be saddened by the fact that I am alone, and it was all in my dreams. I quickly close my eyes again, but she is gone. Where has she gone? Is this a sign of things to come? Or is it just another imagination that my thoughts have conjured up? WHo knows, but moments like this is why I still have hope!
