Flipping through my old photorgaphs when I came across a very nice picture.

I was lying on your chest. I felt so warm, protected and secure. I can feel the rhythm of your beating heart and the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. I can smell the subtle sweet scent of your sensuous skin. The scent of perfection. People can be perfect after all, it depends on the eyes of the beholder.

You were wearing a white dress and I a red one. Your hand was on my thigh and mine yours. I was reaching out to grab that quaint jade necklace you were wearing. How i enjoyed your soft caress.

You are the object of my fantasies.

"It was a cool chilly night. We are strolling in the park, bodies pressed together for warmth. Then suddenly it began pouring. You grabbed my hand and we ran for shelter. Soon, we were shivering in the cramped telephone booth, drenched.

I watched you squeeze water out of your brown rebonded hair. You look so innocent when you are self absorbed. I hoped the rain would never stop.

I felt a sharp pain in my finger. I showed you my bleeding cut and you took it and sucked it. Warmth spread over me as my finger felt your tongue. Then i told you my lips were bleeding too."

I don't know why my hypothalamus is hyperactive today. (Hypothalamus is a part of the forebrain which is concerned with appetite, sleep, blood glucose concentration regulataion, temperature regulation, osmoregulation...and EMOTIONS) Bio exam tmr. My lonely bio TB is calling out for me!