By terry
Date: 23 June 2000
Waking Dreams
Waking Dreams Of You
I awoke at 3am with your soft skin on my mind.
Semi aroused, the memory of your hard nipple against my tongue caused my saliva to flow again.
And the velvet touch of your secret treasures bring a ghostly stickiness to my fingers.
I close my eyes and remember the taste of you.
Salty, sweet, opium overtones to an undertone of wild musk.
Delicious flowing amber that I reveled in and sucked down as wildflower honey fresh from the comb.
And your moans were soft, whimpering, with an undertone of need, desire.
That ramped up to a higher pitch as I found the bronze pearl at the inner juncture of heaven and earth.
And my tongue was rigid with its own plans of fullfillment and delight
And God, your hips danced to a song unheard to any save our minds, as your thighs clasped tightly around my neck and your hands held tightly to my head, urging my tongue deeper, and faster and harder.
And when you reached that place where your mind spiraled up and plummetted to the depths of creation's pleasure the wild, sweet taste of your flowing desire trickled down the back of my throat
burning a path of honey laced with iron.
And at that moment I knew.
Knew that I loved you completely.
And fully.
And maybe forever.
It is now 3:45am., and a shower is now necessary, but a phantom memory of your lips slowly tasting my manhood keeps creeping into the edges. And your tongue tracing the valley of the tip of my penis just sent a shiver up my spine...and God, how can a thirty year old body keep acting like that of a nineteen year old night after night, just thinking of you? Having these waking dreams. Waking dreams of you?
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