Castle of Change

From the stormy night does he come upon swirling horses
of misty delight, he is the captor of my sleeping heart. A
ghost of my heart, he is here to carry me away to his castle
of lust so that we may touch all the that my heart cries out
to have and to behold.

Through the storm-filled vapors of thoughts and emotions,
he carries me to a land where only dreams rule with a
smile, a touch and his hot caresses. Here, upon my own
dreams, I cast away all that is me, only to become the one I
have always been.

No heaven or hell, only this moment. No heaven or Hell,
only his kisses upon my mind’s lips. He stirs me to
awakening in my dreams as his eyes sing sad songs of the
love I shall never have when the sun comes into the day.
His lips cast spells upon me I know I shall never part.

Naked before him, my heartbeats singing to him of my
needs. Deep in his arms, my nakedness blends to his
nakedness and, for a brief dream-felt moment, we are one
in thought, lust and love. A sinner I have now become in
this dream of dreams as his lips sing upon my naked body.

A sinner? There is not sins to be committed in dreams that
are so loving and soft. No sins of the body, as fingertips
roam upon my breast, teaching me how to speak his name
with but only a silent moaning sigh. No sins are here, only
his dream and mine, casting lusty thoughts to the other.

With his lips upon mine, we cast our needs to the others
upon silent but knowing tongues. Upon my neck, his lips
worship the very woman I cannot be beyond this castle my
dreams have created for him and I. In this Castle, hot kisses
are now mine to have as they move down my body.

Oh, my God, upon softly wanting breasts, his kisses melts
the universe I have come here from. His kisses, taunting
and teaching me so much about myself. Kisses of hot
vapors, swirling in his eyes as my body dances to the
sublime song cast from his lips, dancing upon my breasts.

Here now is the dance of bodies and minds knowing no
bounds, only needs as a command to kiss upon my body
his sweet songs. I am his song, and he is mine, now naked
to delight but these dreamers of dreams who have sought
out the winds of the night, and cast their sins away.

Upon my nipples, he creates my tears with but his hot
touch. Upon my nipples, he lays claim to the night and the
woman he has carried off to this castle we have made stone
by stone with our very thoughts. Yes, it is upon the nipples
of the woman that he creates the memory of the youth.

Soft sighs of the eternal winds of thought guide us on our
way as, with a tempest of moaning, his lips venture down
from the mounds of my bosom. Slowly, oh, so very slowly,
the universe holds its breath as he makes his way softly to
the center of the woman his heart has captured.

The woman is me, the kisses are mine. Forever deep into
my wet delight he kisses breath into my very soul as, with
tempered lips, I cry out to him all that is love to me. A
moan and a sigh, a thought and a delight, I am now his
dream I am dreaming of.

Hot is his kisses upon the womanhood of this dream. His
fingers upon my flesh, the needs of this night I now confess
in torrents of wetness and murmured chanting. A body now
a dream, a dream now endless in its needs to be fulfilled
but another time as, all around, the world sleeps on.

Body and dreams explode in torrents of lusty needs as, with
but his thoughts, he carries me upon the very storms my
mind has hidden from all. Here is the maelstrom of a
never-never land I have become more real than all that I
will ever be upon my awakening.

With his eyes before me, my mind feels his entry into my
body of thoughts. He is now me and I am now him. The
sharer of dreams, we cast our delights to the smile of the
other as the castle of our dreams protects us from all that
lurks behind the moat of awakening.

With the pace of heartbeats, he teaches me that I am of
love, making love to me with the very heartbeats he knows
as his own. Casters of delight, wee have cast our names as
moans and delights. Here we are, caught up in the acts of
the body as painted by the heart upon a canvas of our own.

Ah, the tempest of delight, the creator of life, we are now
one, casting our mournful cries of delight past the castle
walls to the great creator of these halls. With the screaming
of two hearts, crying out for the other, heartbeats stop as
two children of love find birth in the castle of their making.

To those of the old, we have died but, to the hills and sky
of the land this castle nestles within, we have only been
born from the needs of our love. Within these castle walls,
I will tell you that, when love becomes the dream, the
dream becomes endless and knows not death.