Saturday, October 01, 2005

On a Sleeping Beauty

The train jogs on, its chugs pounding hard on my nerves. She lies with two inverted champagne cups under her blouse tilting, swaying, drooping on rhythm...her feet slightly apart, the skirt tugging her legs opens up a vale of unexpected possibilities. As she wades through her dreams I twitch, stretch and wriggle as she braces, turns and sighs...her slightest motion seeming to be an approval of my silent propositions...

1 comment:

untouchable said...

Why do you always concentrate on the sexual attributes of a lady.
What makes you always relate between the beauty and sexuality of a lady.
Though my argument may seem incongruous to you,but beauty has many dimensions and you limit it to one.
I know you always tell that their can be no friendship between a girl and a boy but you hardly ever follow it.
So bottom line is,
Your blog is great and I am soon going to open my own and I will definitely call you for inauguration