I crave a different form of passion tonight. Not a physical one.
Rather one that stems from imagination and grows with creativity. Parts of truth and parts of private wishes.
A true sketch of the dreams a woman desires from a man. Wishes from a man. From an unknown man.
I want to get this passion from words and build a moment in time. Writing only, to see where I can go.
Lets explore intimate parts of fantasy while creating passion.
Hmm… lets see, where does my dream start?
It starts with me brushing my long dark hair. Sitting at my makeup table staring at myself in the mirror, wondering how I am really perceived by my bad or good looks. I can never figure it out. However it seems to be continually on my mind.
All the shades are pulled down and I sit in my favorite lingerie. No plans, just alone and pampering myself after a long hot bath.
Regardless I proceed and apply makeup by wearing my eyes as black as I can, to start.
Lips blood red and Channel perfume. As I sit continuing to slowly brush my hair, still staring in the mirror, there is a knock at the door.
Startled, I check the time at 1 am and fear kicks in. I have no one that visits at this time. Especially unannounced.
Another knock, even louder and a male voice, calling my name.
I ran to my door’s peep hole and froze in shock as to who I was looking at.