Electric

I laid in bed...the stillness of the night all around me. I thought it was too quiet, the neighbours generator must be out of gas. You see, hurricane Matthew just passed devastating my country and since then, this has been the norm.

I tossed and turned for a while.  Luckily the cold front provided some comfort.  As the sweet breeze kissed my skin, I draped my body with a thin floral sheet - just enough protection to keep away the mosquitoes, knowing that before long one leg would be thrust from beneath the covers.

Little did I know, that soon I'd have the most erotic dream of my life.

I pitched up...the night so dark I couldn't see my hands before me.  I walked with arms outstretched, finally my palm reached a hard surface.  OH YEA, I thought as I glided my soft hands up the rippled surface and finally there it was, sticking out before me.  By this time the air was still and the heat had risen immensely.  I continued my exploration. I slid my hand....pushed it up and BAM...

THERE WAS LIGHT!

"My word!" I shouted, "Tings awreddy betta" I continued as I danced with the warm light hitting cheeks. I ran through the house clicking on all the light switches, all the fans, all the TVs.  My dog gazed at me with wonder.  He could not understand my excitement. On day 13, I finally had electricity.

That dream was serious. I woke up drenched in sweat, what a wet dream.

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Fabric Softner

cotton panties

entangled in satin sheets

leather stilettos
lodged in cracks of wooden floors

silk blouse
slung over a Lasko fan

gold earring
missing one of its kind

pink scarf
binds us together

blue boxer briefs
set him free

brown belt
looped through more than pants

buttons missing shirts
heels missing shoes
out turned pockets
change scattered on the floor
laundry

the morning before

©Tia Clarke 2009