Last Night Doesn't Seem So Far Away And thus he lay in bed. The ghost of her body alive in his skin, sensually jumping all over him like a thousand mermaids surround the dying boat of some ill fated sailors. He could feel her legs clamping hard against his hips as she moaned with pleasure. He could feel her nails digging into his back with that special kind of uncontrollable violence that comes with the ascending path of pleasure. He could feel her skin softly caressing his lips as he washed her with his kisses. The music played loud and beautiful and he lay in bed letting the ghost of last night wash him all over. Thinking of the dream she was, of the dream that came true; but above all, enjoying the selective memory of his flesh.
