Astral Desires

I will lay upon my bed, breathing deeply with but a mere sound , although I long to sleep and I know my body will, but my mind will not, for when my body slumbers in a state of what mere mortals call sleep my spirit within becomes more awake than ever before, drifting high up and out of my shell of flesh to the places of chosen desire.

But as of late, I have been locked in a battle of wills . My spirit and body desired by a man of A-list repute , but we will never meet within the waking state, always we shall meet in the temples of his desire upon the planes of the astral state.

He is handsome, tall, a gentlemen of such repute that women often quiver just by his name, oh yes once I would have swoon to him like all the others, and yet I guess I'm lucky in a manor of speaking. For at least that locket was given by one friend to him and although without my consent it now has a meaning of closeness, for now man of such repour has me hooked to him, blood bound to his desire.

That is why I never sleep now, I only ever astral . I feel his gentle touch across my skin, his breath gentle across my flesh just seconds before his tender lips plant a tender mark of his heart desire.

I know that I am weak to him and try as I might, I will never escape being an intrigue to him, for I have become his new desire, his new interest . A women that will not swoon every second that he is near nor will she fall to her knees just by his voice of desire, but I know I will only fall for a gentle touch from his delicate hand.

But every morning I shall awaken from the astral state having felt his naked, well endowered body pressed against my body, and with my eyes wide awake to the waking state, I will remember that he is not there . That those kisses, that touch, that primal hunger of intensive lust is all in the astral, but oh how I wish to wake beside him , not just to his astral state, but to his desires of flesh and blood.