Rain beats softly on the windowpane as Suzanne sleeps, dreaming of love, dreaming of a lover that comes to her every night. A man that makes love to her over and over in her mind. She feels a burning desire for him deep within herself.
She wants and wants to be wanted. She sleeps, she dreams of being beautiful, unlike how she is now. Haunted by a memory of her youth. The time she tipped the boiling water upon herself. An act of clumsiness that forever changed how she saw herself.
But alas! Locked safely in her dreams, she’s forever desirable as she sleeps.
Her eyes dart back and forth as if reading a book, a novel of her life. She dreams of tall standing wheat fields caught down in the pouring rain. Waiting for her love, she fashioned in her mind’s eye. A dream that she dreamt a million times before.
A magic man that comes to her in her sleepy subconscious mind. Taking her to magical places, feeling new feelings that she’s never known before.
She smiles, and runs to him, as they embrace, kissing and laughing as he carries her off in his loving embrace.
The sound of thunder roars! Awakens her from her lover. Startled and afraid, she presses her back to the headboard, seeing the heavy rain falling, beating up against the windowpane.
Feeling frustration from waking too soon. He was hers, and she was his. It’s a pain she knows all too often. She’s alone, then cries. Grieving over years that ran her by.
Crying over lovers she never had. With so many tears, Suzanne slips her hand, giving pleasure, and pleases herself to ease her weary head.
Love comes to others but not to someone that’s scarred from years past. Suzanne strips off the blanket. Then proudly presents herself to a lover that’s unseen but known from her memory.
Slowly and slowly still, she reveals herself to a faded dream that’s locked deep within her memory.
Suzanne touches and pleases herself, as tears fall like rain. Wishing to be with the man that didn’t give her so much pain.
Hope, oh, hope where have you gone? Where will my lover be? Deep sorrow taps on her windowpane like how tears fell.
Slowly, she presents herself to an imagined lover as she slides down her panties. Then turns to her salvation by her nightstand.
The heavenly hums, the buzzing of sound. Suzanne guides her electric lover in. She sigh, then sighs again, feeling the gentle pulses her electric lover brings.
She closes her eyes, fashioning her lover that's deep in her thoughts feeling the tiny pulses he brings.
Retrieving what's lost before the storm, feeling the bears and pulsing deep, deep, within her. It's a feeling that's too good to stop.
she bites down the lower lip then raise her silky-smooth legs, wishing, hoping and praying that the feeling would never end!
With one hand guiding her imaginary lover, the other gripping her sheets tightly.
Suzanne let's out a scream, felling the warmth of her lover that she keeps on the nightstand. She feels the throbbing, but teases and begs for him to take her again!
