Writing Challenge # 18
 

As requested, perhaps only half jokingingly (live and learn... ) The challenge inspiration for this week:

My head hit the pillow in anticipation of a peaceful deep sleep. Almost immediately, colors began to swirl in a dream of floating. Blues and golds, like clouds enveloping me, but never touching and I could not touch them.
I began drifting downward until I came to an unnamed city street. Faceless strangers whirred past me as I walked. Nothing seemed familiar and no sounds were made.
I felt a presence behind me and turned to look. Terrified, I tried to run, but my legs couldn't go more than a slow motioned trot. Things began to blur and I felt the sweat start to run down my neck. It moved closer, only walking, as I continued to try in vain to run. Suddenly, I fiind myself at a dead end, with no escape. My mind knows enough to waken me with a jerk.
I just hate it when I dream about being chased by giant penises with missing fingers.......

He stood there, watching me... fingers turned into a shape that was either obscene or held significance I dared not make suppositions on. He seemed familiar, and somehow older than what I was thinking of, but I could not place my finger upon where I'd seen him before.

He seemed strong, but only in a way that would push people to help themselves... As though he were a tool with a purpose more than his own. I asked him a question, but he just stood there, staring at me, same somehow symbolic signs held in the air.

So I reached forward and hugged him. Why? I cannot say, save the fact that it seemed the most natural thing to do at the time. His fingers returned to their natural positions, and his arms closed around me.

And with said sight in mind, I rose to consciousness... left to wonder why the hell I was hugging a giant penis by the name of Testaclese...

Okay lemme make something up. This IS made up...not how I feel lol (Well..not entirely)

I am a real man, a good man, but I'd swear sometimes no one sees this
All they see is "Look at he! He's such a dream!" it seems I'm a walking penis
Ridiculous everytime I seem to show genuine interest suddenly I'm dickless
Somehow less a man I can't seem to understand measuring worth in "inches"
So hard to believe it, surely most men are in agreement we're not just walking penis
Not that we'd refuse a fuck but soon the lust is just flushed to make room for love
Which you could soon become if you'd look passed the ass and "Ooh he's hung!" :rolleyes:
Though you may be attractive, a good way to practice, you lack which seems "The 1!"
You may be fun but my hearts top priority acts accordingly to love and I mean this!
So I suppose I'll eventually fall for one who doesn't see us all as some walking penis ;)

:lol:

Asta!! :thumbsup:

Gonna have to pass on this one......I got Nothin'