LOVELY ORIGINAL DISCLAIMER: not mine- never will be and I wouldn't want it any other way. No profits made, just an outlet for creativity. Enjoy.

No one ever explained the meaning of lust to me.

An epiphany of the body. An overnight growth of immense feeling within. A magician that conjures up all that is sensual, turning everything and anything.into something.

Something to be devoured.

I think that I always had this energy inside me. It just needed a facilitator to convert it. From potential, from stored.to kinetic? But physics couldn't explain what I'm feeling, couldn't even begin to convey the force with which I've responded to him.

It has nothing to do with what the Oracle said, nothing at all. It just happened. He graced the hub's monitor screen for the first time and I was gone. Lost to his dark eyes and angular face. Four frown lines to appear when concentrating. Three buttons done up on his shirt, leaving skin exposed to my burning eyes. Two lean hands. A frown for his boss. A smile for me?

He opened up the jammed drawer of my mind, the part that children use to play with their dolls and teenagers use to come up with excuses as to why their homework isn't done, where mothers get their fairy tales to tell to their children and screenwriters find their newest plots. He opened up that tiny bureau to let me clean out the mothballs and explore its darkest corners.

I'd found a dream to press my cheek to.

Not just my cheek. Oh Jesus, not just my cheek.

My hands find themselves in new places, holding onto the sweetness found during sleep. I trace my body in the silence of the night with his face in mind.leaning into my hand, at the side of my ear, between my thighs. I'm learning what my body likes.

It likes the way his hands waft across the keyboard. It likes the cupids bow of his top lip. It likes his body. I like his body.

With sleep comes a release far superior to that which I can achieve alone. With sleep comes warmth, flushed cheeks and sweaty palms. The ache deep in my belly recedes, some of the heat is gone.

So I sleep.

Fin.

Hey, I'm a little nervous about the feedback as this is something far different than what I've done so far. But I'm damn proud of it...more subtle.a little more mature in its context that "Twelve Days Apart". I think that angst and a more subtle style is the way to go- less explicit stuff from now on. If I can help it.hehehe. ~Bisse~