Haunted

I was riding home from the west side, the sun had just gone down and it had started to rain, just slightly at first but growing harder by each mile.

The lightening followed quickly and it was surprising in a way like so bright and alive and close against that virgin darkness that I could feel the hair on my arms stand up and my head start to swim.

And then a vision came to me. A vision of you naked in front of a large wall sized window with a thunderstorm raging outside of this small house laid just on the edge of the Earth.

I stood there captured by your body’s lines so beautiful, tucked softly on top of the fluffy cloud like comforter. Your knees bent slightly and your legs spread wide, your fingers playing lightly between.

And I watched as your head eased back and your mouth opened wider with every breath near gasping as your fingers pressed harder finding more and more wetness.

I was so lost I felt the rain hit my face as I became aware of passing my exit and in a moment of delusion looked up and found you in my rear view mirror looking back at me.