11.52 and I can't sleep can't sleep

I wish I were, standing in your room
waiting at the foot of the bed

I wish I were, standing at the top of one of the Twin Peaks
howling into the wind

I wish I were, naked in bed with you
my leg thrown over your hip
and my teeth biting firmly down onto
the skin of your shoulderblade

I wish I were, sitting in the Park
on a bench eating a ice cream cone from Mitchell's
swinging my legs

I wish I were, on an elevator with you
going up 50 floors
your hands holding my face
and we're kissing luscious and sweet

I wish I were, blindfolded and wrist bound
sitting up in a chair
fully clothed
and you are touching my whole body

I wish I were, less conscious

12.00 a.m. and I need to get up at 5.30 to catch a 6.15 to get to a 7.15 to get to a 9.00 a.m.
to meet for 3 hours, be back in the office for a 2.30.

I'm already exhausted.

The foghorns are loud tonight.
The fog is thick in the Richmond.

I need to be smoothed out
Smoothed out like the clouds I saw in the sky today
I'm frayed and worn.

But still so insatiably horny.

You wanna know
what
just

made

me

cuuum?

Be careful. It's very very twisted.