By Heather
Date: 16 June 1997

DreamWeaver's Phantom

Dream...
She wakes.
It's the hour before dawn. The night breeze ruffles the curtain in the
window, then stills. On the air is carried a scrap of melody. His
siren's song. Dream's heart responds from memory.
He is coming...

Phantom

She waits. Oh, how the waiting almost hurts. Her heartbeat increases,
senses start reeling. Every nerve is on alert. Every inch of skin, now
tingles. He hovers above her. Dream reaches, touches, pulls him to her.
His lips crush down on hers. A deep sigh escapes her throat as she
welcomes him in, welcomes him home. Such sweet lips, the lips of her 
Phantom. How longs she's missed them, they've been gone.
He whispers...

Dream

She melts. Their embrace, heats. It's on them in an instant, rises
quickly, like a summer storm. The air becomes heavy, moist, hot. Builds
till it can sustain, not one drop more.
Dream's heart fills...

Overflows

It rains, begins to pour. Raindrops dance. On their bodies, puddles
gather. Still their locked bodies roll. Waves, one into the other,
rolls and flows. Lips to lips. Heart to heart. Soul to soul. A love so great
it stretches. Horizon to horizon, fills the sky. Two halves made whole. She
wraps her love around him. Rocks him hard. She doesn't stop, until he stills.

He pulls her closer. Holds her tighter. How Dream loves him so. She
loves him tenderly. Loves him till it's time to go. Is it any wonder she
holds him tight, tries to keep the night, tries to stop, prevent his 
flight? At dawn, first light. When the day starts, the dream dies. Now
with empty arms.
Dream cries...

Heather wakes

The magic of the spell, breaks. I feel the wet of lover's rain. I remember.
I smile. I can still smell you, your scent. I pray for Dream, that Phantom
comes again, as my fingers gently touch my lips and feel the echo of
my Phantom's kiss. Such a love I have for you.
My sweet and gentle...

Wayne