Dreams
I was dreaming. I
found myself floating, bathed in bright light and mist, and my skin was on
fire. Not a bad fire, but rather the
kind you want more and more of. I saw
her fade in and out of the fog, oh so many different beautiful versions of
her. Every memory I had captured of this
radiant beauty flooded my view. Her
bright wide smile and open mouth laugh.
Her cinnamon milk chocolate brown eyes staring deep into me. Her sway as she walked away from me while
looking back over her shoulder, taunting me knowingly. I knew I was dreaming but I had no plans on
waking up anytime soon. Eventually my imagination took over, turning very real
memories into amazing fantasies. She was
there yet again in ways I could only hope she would be. I could feel her as I slipped into her warmth,
as she knelt above me smiling. I could hear
gasp as she shuttered a bit leaning down into me. Her hair ran across my bare chest and it felt
so very real. I enjoyed its feather like
touch as she bounced atop me. It was electric.