# SWEET DREAM

As I awoke in a falling dream the sweet smell of stale perfume the crushed damp sheets in the hot humid air, then a memory of gentle fingers passing slowly over warm silky skin passing down the neap of the lower back, not touching but passing over a fraction away from the surface making the invisible body hair stand on end.

Beads of glistening perspiration in the shadowey moon light ,then the movement of the hand in a difference direction as it slowly moves up the inner thigh , a gasp of hot breath as it gentley teasers the first strands of pubic hair thourghs run wild as I drift back into a sleeping consciouness, a image of a strand of long silky brown hair moving slowly tantalizing a pink erect nipple cirleling a dark outer ring, a sudden wave of emotions and I awake to find the room empty but on the floor lays a black and gold lipstick holder.

Ernest Clark