ZHANAR SLEEPS IN MY BED!

     My bed is my home. My bed is my home.....to my dreams that live in my brain and to the pleasure of my parts. My bed is the center of existence.      It is quaking........ My bed quakes with the soul of a strange woman named Zhanar. I enjoy this name- Zhanar- I love her slightly brown legs. She has slightly brown legs and a slightly brown behind.          She moves in her sleep. I see her feet. She moves.            I kissed her the day she left, but now she is gone.            I miss her, but I know she is around somewhere.....Showing her being to those around. But to me she will always be this strange woman, with dark legs and dark behind, her feet in my bed.            I would kiss her many times.                   by Jeremiah Kauffman                jeremiahkauffman.wordpr…