written a while back - it still means as much as ever

i didn't sleep well last nite - wild and erotic images kept invading my dreams

i was alone, showering and 'she' kept appearing - always the same woman, the one that fills the erotic void in my mind - bending in front of me or appearing behind me, washing my back ... with a soapy sudsy washcloth.... or leaned back under the shower to let her cropped mane wash clean of shampoo .... by her mere presence, tormenting me, torturingly!!!!

and i wake - and the soft breathing beside me tell me i am not alone - but its not her

and i am alone again