A Tender Moment in the Night -- A Dream For Certain Someones Veiwing
The fabric against my bare skin shifts in the balance of the cool night air flowing into the room and the warmth of the bed underneath me. It is dark and sparse in the room I am in and the bed becomes a stark beacon against the backdrop of shadows existent in the night. Turning over in awareness that I am a guest here in this house; yet, I feel comfortably safe. Dreamscapes keep my awareness in the understanding that the ideal comes from the subconscious mind. My hair, red as the blood sunset of the day, reaches down my spine with feathery long strands. The spread of these strands lay in rivers of brightened color within the starkness of the sheets. The position of dozing sleep places me on my stomach with the edged of the sheet draped low over my lower back revealing the arch of the tattoo to one side of my spine.
The gentle rise and fall of my body keeps in tune with the hum of fading voices walking up a flight of stairs and out of the house leaving me and him alone to the thoughts of his intentions and my restful dreams. The light noise of the television carries in the hum in the silent air as he waits for the moment. The line sight from him to me is clear and distinct as it stretches from the couch he is sitting on and the side of the bed I am resting on. He is biding his time watching useless programs and movies waiting for the house to empty in its occupants leaving only him and me.
The time had come and he shifts rising from the couch with a determined understanding of where he is headed but unsure of what he might do. The jeans swish against each other as he pushes at something on his blue shirt keeping it clean or free from the wrinkles of his own indecision. The space between him and me closes in his determined destination wanting at least the picture of his desire in front him. I’m that desire he wants for the moment, for the present and perhaps for the while that we had known each other’s existence. Sleep grapples me into the deep realms of the subconscious imagination. He stands at the doorway awed by the expression of sereneness encompassing my features. Action is held in this moment and the air is the only flowing part of the atmosphere.
Carefully He makes his way further into the room, further towards the bed and me. I shift a little to my side facing away towards the streaming moonlight of the window. His form lowers to the edge and an arm reaches to the other side around my body. The stark white sheet begins to be pulled tightly around my body covering me as clothing might. The dead weight of sleep flutters from my sub consciousness and my body moves as it is urged to do. Tenderness is felt as arms encompass me and pull me from the comfort of the bed, up and up into an embrace. Fingers splay over able arms. Fingers are felt at the back of my neck and the sheet presses itself more firmly around my body. Soon the linking of upper bodies steady’s my weight against another and the tenderness of the touch is enough to make my eyes flutter for a brief moment. Then the tenderness touches lips against lips and the kiss begins with a slow savoring desire to prolong these first moments of intimate passion between two people.
Awake in this pleasurable bliss of tenderness I begin to melt again into a serene passion of two body’s enjoying the touch of each other. A brief moment exchanged as the fluttering of lashes rises to meet gaze to gaze and the dreamscape fades towards reality.
Here the dream for you. One I have had in my head for the past month that it came into my subconcious dreamscapes.
The gentle rise and fall of my body keeps in tune with the hum of fading voices walking up a flight of stairs and out of the house leaving me and him alone to the thoughts of his intentions and my restful dreams. The light noise of the television carries in the hum in the silent air as he waits for the moment. The line sight from him to me is clear and distinct as it stretches from the couch he is sitting on and the side of the bed I am resting on. He is biding his time watching useless programs and movies waiting for the house to empty in its occupants leaving only him and me.
The time had come and he shifts rising from the couch with a determined understanding of where he is headed but unsure of what he might do. The jeans swish against each other as he pushes at something on his blue shirt keeping it clean or free from the wrinkles of his own indecision. The space between him and me closes in his determined destination wanting at least the picture of his desire in front him. I’m that desire he wants for the moment, for the present and perhaps for the while that we had known each other’s existence. Sleep grapples me into the deep realms of the subconscious imagination. He stands at the doorway awed by the expression of sereneness encompassing my features. Action is held in this moment and the air is the only flowing part of the atmosphere.
Carefully He makes his way further into the room, further towards the bed and me. I shift a little to my side facing away towards the streaming moonlight of the window. His form lowers to the edge and an arm reaches to the other side around my body. The stark white sheet begins to be pulled tightly around my body covering me as clothing might. The dead weight of sleep flutters from my sub consciousness and my body moves as it is urged to do. Tenderness is felt as arms encompass me and pull me from the comfort of the bed, up and up into an embrace. Fingers splay over able arms. Fingers are felt at the back of my neck and the sheet presses itself more firmly around my body. Soon the linking of upper bodies steady’s my weight against another and the tenderness of the touch is enough to make my eyes flutter for a brief moment. Then the tenderness touches lips against lips and the kiss begins with a slow savoring desire to prolong these first moments of intimate passion between two people.
Awake in this pleasurable bliss of tenderness I begin to melt again into a serene passion of two body’s enjoying the touch of each other. A brief moment exchanged as the fluttering of lashes rises to meet gaze to gaze and the dreamscape fades towards reality.
Here the dream for you. One I have had in my head for the past month that it came into my subconcious dreamscapes.