SUMMER NIGHT DREAM...

It begins with a soft summer night breeze blowing in through the bedroom window. I am laying on the bed but not sleeping. I am fully aware of a heightened sense of desire stirring in me.

I am waiting. Waiting for the pleasure of his company.

He arrives and greets me passionately. His arms drawing me close to his heart. He smells wonderful and he feels like heaven. This moment alone would be enough. But I know and he knows there is more to come. There are no words. What is there to say? I love you. He knows. He loves me I know. Our bodies bend to our wants. I lean back pulling him with me. Pulling him over me, on to me. I want his full weight. I want my legs wrapped around his legs. Eventually they will find his way around his back. But for now I want the steady slow motion of our bodies rocking in concert...slow... deliberate...deep.

My tongue explores his lips, his neck, his ears. My hands caress and hold. I can feel our rhythm intensifying. It takes everything I got not to hurry. It is so good when its slow and steady. His breathing quickens and I can feel him grow inside me. I can feel my honey spot expand and tighten to accommodate him. He was made for me. My body responds and meets his passion. I am not in control. It is the nature of the beast that drives this passion. We begin the ascent. There is no one else on earth. We are the only lovers left. The heat builds. I whisper into the night air... harder, deeper, more. He wraps his arms around me fully and buries his face into my neck. He raises his head to kiss me full on the mouth probing and desperate. We are entwined in sweat and dreams and hope and love. We are so close. It is almost too much to take.

It is the feeling of free falling off a cliff backwards. It is the sense of flying way beyond the stars. Being one with the divine and knowing it. I cannot let go. He cannot let go. It is in those few moments when everything in us says pull away but we pull closer.

Thoughts of Summer nights filled with dreams of passion and lust and heady lovemaking fill my mind. I think of him and remember what was or could be again.