"Tense..."

Dreams are as we "need" them.  The mind so drifts with wishes in our silence ...and the breaths we hold and hold so soon leak away as we realize ...well, maybe tomorrow... yeah, maybe tomorrow.

"Tense..."

Silently staring through the night,
windows cast a darkened hue.
The mind takes refuge in inner sight
then drifts to paths of wish-full view.

Comes a time when you freely dream
nested softly in the evenings
as the breezes lightly twist and seem
to gather and whisper ...teasings.

.          ...And the temptings of the feelings
.          as the lips descend from nowhere
.          and you find them gently circling -
.          tracing, as each neck hair ...lightly wakes.

.          ...And lips touch ...trails
.          with such chill perfection
.          as with lil waving echoes
.          the heartbeats rise and follow
.          while the eyelids slowly close.

.          ...Lower and ever lower
.          the kisses gently continue
.          the tongue tip softly punctuates
.          each taste so intently clear.
.          And ALL the risings and the valleys -
.          lil twists and further teasings
.          as the tingles ever flowing
.          ever growing more and dear,
.          spread the fire you are seeking,
.          you are needing, you are WANTING...
.          raising breasts and straining nipples
.          baring hearts to soul's desires -
.          searing mind's with lover's call.

And still you remember
the strength of the sudden shadows
as they softly swept and found you
wrapped and tightly bound around you
all the NEED that held and holds you
tight to the bed that now surrounds you...

And yes... the goosebumps fully rise.
The lips flow and float and paralyze
'til centering on that risen prize...
grasp, close and suckle soft.  

And it's need that sparkles through you
grows and grows - begins to arch you.  
Reaches more and more inside you
as your breath just goes and goes.    

And you soooooo rise and turn
and fall and burn and breathe
as the feelings seize your thoughts
and the DREAM – the dream is so alive!
AND still – you tighten to the draw.

...And the suckle gently deepens
growing stronger, ever tighter.
Drawing harder ever further
'til released as kisses follow
fingers' tips cross curves and hollows
where each finds more of your desire
as your purrrrr so smoothly flows.

...Now the heat spreads oh so lovely
cross and throughout the whole body
and the ache so simply rises
as the breath holds tighter still.

Then the fingertips soon follow
the smoothness of the hollows
and your silken satin curves
sway with each rising of the need.

First the left...and then the right...
as the fingers dance and measure
cross the skin...each touch treasures
the you found - now clenching tight.

The edges first surrender
as teases soft and tender
lightly stroke then press together
as willing thighs so softly part.

Gawd you opened like the petals
in a flowered secret garden
and the dew drops formed and glistened
And it stole your beating heart.

And the HEAT then
wetly moistens
fingers tracing -
sliding motions...
through the channel
warmly stroking
cross the rise and
slipping in.

Soon the thumb finds Beauty's dimple
and its flush rises fast and simple
as the fingers press, turn and sample
the burning wetness that they seek.

And you MUST rise as the
Hips press and your breath STOPS
And stars FALL as the mind begs...
as release calls ...and then

it's morning ...yet again.

Chris

and the taste grows
as the music flows
and your nips sing
in harmony.

and the taste flows
as the fingertips go
strumming your sex
into a symphony...

and the want opens you
and your heart fills each bit
with desire...
and straddling your lover
and sinking to oblivion
the passion BURNS
with love's FIRE
and woman reborn
rises from the THROES
of Carnal DESIRES
til reaching her very stars
she molds to their intent
and basks in passion's embrace.

...and begins anew...

Chris

while the mind begins to tease.