White Demon I woke in the dark, the dream still haunting me pulling me in. I know he is real in another realm, the place of dreams. It's always the same, it's always him. He looks like a rock star. He commands other men that do what he says with only a look from him. I don't know who he is. Long blond curled hair, a white man, slender, twenties. He wears pale blue worn out jeans with holes in the knee and at his inner thigh crease, so if he's aroused you can see him thru the hole, which seems to be the idea. Blue eyes, control & confidence. He always comes to show me things always sexual things. He wants me to watch what they are doing, in bright sunlight in public. But I want to go over the bridge, no! he says. So seductive this blond man. I tell him he "dresses in poor taste" he answers " yes but you like it" I don't like that he knows what I'm thinking. Note: he has come to me off and on most of my adult #life. I always smile to think about those jeans. white Demon where is your selfish kiss