The one where I dream…

I love the way her hips sway
the caress of fabric on her thighs

the bounce of her hair as she walks by
walks away

and then she stops
turns and smiles
a twinkle in her eyes

her lips begin to part
to speak to me
and…

damn alarm clock!

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