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I Fell in Love with an Auburn Complexion Zombie from the Mississippi Bayous (True Story?)
I place my hands on her spicy hips and start to move in sync with the voodoo music that the thunder and lightning are making in concert with my beating knees. If this is a dream I seriously would like to awaken from it, yet, if this is a dream I honestly want to remain in it.
My surroundings have become a great big blur because I am aware of nothing else except for this wondrous enchantment that is as dead as it gets and is as alive as it can become. My mind, that had gone blink, is now being filled with her unspoken words.
I want to believe that I am in a dreamlike state of consciousness but the feel of her ice cold velvety skin confirms that she is real. Daylight has turned into twilight because of the dense blanket of dark rain clouds overhead.
With this woman, I feel that I can comfortably rest in peace, and judging from what I believe that she is, my doing so seems to be a momentarily given.
This is the beginning of whatever awaits me. Her hard stillborn nipples are pointing the way to my captivity. I am gladly willing to become her slave. My destiny is set as we are both now chest deep in the swirling soil and steadily descending deeper and deeper.
In the near future, I will experience the mysteries of cheesecakes and honeydew melons. Very soon this enigmatic woman will whodunit to me in a fashion and a manner that will thrill me to death, and I will love it.