Anna's eyes fluttered open, "damn dreams again", she mumbled as she reached into the dresser to pull out another T-shirt. Tossing the sweaty one on the floor, she slipped the cotton yellow one over her head and arms, pulling it down to her waist half way down her eyes focused on the piece of paper stuck between the pile of T-shirts. Gently lifting it out and unfolding it she glanced around as if anyone else could see her reading it. Stepping closer to the window to get more light her eyes followed the words on the lined school paper.

Fevered Lips

By Samuel Lucas

Rose bud lips
pouty little mouth
Beg for swift kiss
A lifetime of kisses

Images of your lips,
Wet, slightly parted
Red, full,
longing

Begging for more
through your eyes
Holding your breath
Clenching my hand

I search along your neck,
Down your shoulder, across your breast
With the tip of my tongue,
Burning your skin, searing, scorching

Charting your belly
In slow circled motions
Lingering
Kissing, tasting, remembering

A single moan,
escapes your lips
Spasm felt upon my fingers as,
hips thrust against my own red lips

Chaste bruised lips
Swirled taste of you
I can not shake
Nor wish to loose

Sparked by lust
kindred passion,
waiting
to begin again

"Oh my, this must have been written to Martha when they first got together", chuckling she refolded the love note and stuck it back between the neatly folded shirts. Just for a second she wondered why it was in this dresser and not theirs as she patted the shirts down over the scrap of paper.

Stumbling back to bed, yanking the cover back she laid on the bed staring out the window at the stars. I've been here six days; each one is getting hotter than the day before, the dream is coming just about every night now she thought. Bee's, Kaila, Jorge all mix into one nightmare. Turning over the pillow to the cooler side Anna placed her cheek against the coolness.

Even the stars look like they have melted from the heat - they aren't even twinkling - just blobs of whiteness against the dark sky - I even feel like a blob of wax. Kicking the sheet off her feet, turning over on her stomach she sighed; slowly drifted back to her restless sleep.

"Anna get back under the quilt. Come back to me sweetheart. It has to be cold over there. Anna!"

Twisting, turning Anna tried to make the dream go away.

"Kiss me Anna. Love just me Anna. Anna I love only you. Remember the fun we had? Use the whip now Anna."

"What this letter? Give me honey."

 Screaming without sounds, with her arms fighting off demons only she bared witness to, Anna drifted further into the dream.

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