He is the dream.
He’s that dream.
The one that wakes you from the deepest sleep at three a.m.
Some nights, with nothing more than a lone finger. Tenderly running the length of your naked body as your breath is soft and sweet and easy. Tracing the contour of your delicate spine with its trembling tip as you lie on the side of the dark and your delicate heart beats in time with each whispered word, with every memory, with the intensity of his yearning and his sensual kiss.
And on others, with the carnal need and insistence that electrifies your very soul. The hands that prise you apart then prize you, stroking the pearl of your pleasure until your thighs shiver and splay, until your glistening cunt silently calls and begs for his perfecting flesh. The mouth pressed into your ear as he fingers your tight, wet heat. The ravenous tongue circling each rising peak of your breast as his weight bears down upon you and he finally eases his hard thickness inside you to the hilt, filling you so completely you both cry out in ecstatic anguish, shattering indelibly the stillness of the night.
He is the dream.
He’s that dream.
The one my mind and body refuse to release, to erase, to forget.
I think we were in the same dream together.
I think you might be right…
nice of you to say so…… oh …not me…..ah ….sorry…..that’s my dream 🙂
We’re in your dreams and reverie? You’ve made my day, obsessed…
Your dreams are far better than my dreams… :-/
We need to change that – and soon…
I don’t dream…. I snore! 🙂
If you were beside me, you’d get zero sleep.
Snoring solved! 😉
I would enjoy that…
perhaps you could wear me out so much that I would have no energy left to snore with?
🙂 xx
Sounds like a plan. 😉
As it turns out, you’ve popped up in my dreams from time to time.
Now there’s an admission that leaves me swooning…
when i met you in the restaurant
you could tell i was no debutante
you asked me what’s my pleasure
a movie or a measure?
i’ll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
dreaming is free :*
Shall we continue our free versing in bed? 😉
(Thank you for the fabulous poem, gorgeous…)
Reading this first thing in the morning had me asking myself if I just had THAT dream… pulse racing… shallow breaths… xo
I’m certain you’ve had this kind of pulsing, breathtaking dream many times over, my lovely… x
Mm.. that is just gorgeous. You caught that particular feeling of longing for someone very specific so perfectly.
This is high praise from you, Malin. Thank you… x
It’s in my nightmares that your delicate spine, although vivid, remains entirely beyond my touch.
And the only shiver is in this realisation.
And the ravenous hunger only serves to madden further, deeper.
The life of your loyal followers isn’t without its pains.. CM.. but it’s oh so enthralling.
And worth every blissful second.
Since we’re on the subject of bliss, I have to confess it is your presence that leaves me enthralled, your words that incite my own hunger.
As far as I’m concerned, the pain of distance is a trifle when I consider the erotic and sensual reverie your thoughts inspire in me, Bhp…