Destiny or Dream
As I turn to see a dark silhouette, I realize it is you. Your sultry form is illuminated by the moonlight glowing through the window shrouded by tightly drawn curtains.
I become instantly aroused. Your silken gown clings to your shapely body, like hot liquid gold dripping into paddles beneath your bare feet. I approach, slowly, step by step. Anticipation is heightened. I reach out and take the thin straps of your gown with a single finger. First the left, then the right, I hold the straps outward, with eyes fixed, staring deep into one an others souls, I let go. Your crimson clothing falls to the floor. You are covered only by your long beautiful hair cascading over the curves of your naked body. I take your bare slender shoulders with both hands.
You feel my strength, but you are not afraid. You feel powerless as a warm sense of comfort fills the very essence of your being. With eyes still fixed, we move even closer, so close I can feel your breath on my mouth. Your tongue sweeps across my lip and then as sudden as a star falls from the sky, our lips meet with the power and the passion of the Genesis of Earth. My hands have moved to the small of your back pressing our bodies firmly together. I kiss the side of your neck, you gasp! As you chase after your breath, I take the lobe of your ear between my teeth and bite very gently - your body trembles. I pick you up and carry you across the room.
You seem to be floating, I lay you down on the bed, a peaceful smile envelopes your face, as you would see on a child when they feel raindrops for the first time.
My clothes have mysteriously disappeared. I lay down next to you, then in symphony we explore each other's bodies completely. We make love over and over again. The pleasure is overwhelming. You scream in ecstasy, your fingernails pierce the skin on my back as you grip and grasp, twist and writhe and squeeze me tighter and tighter. You scream again, and again. You have never felt like this before.
Our bodies kinetically charged to the power of a freight train speeding out of control. We have become moist to the point of drenched with our hot sweet sweat. We collapse completely in each other's arms with exhaustion in total surrender.
We awaken at first light, still in lucid embrace, and say "good morning, I love you." It is at this very instance we both understand our lives have meaning and enlightenment. We are under the power of love. Is it a dream? or is it destiny.
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
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