Dreams

- d r e a m s -



i chase dreams
over the net

i have broken dreams
and wish to have them mended

hoping other peoples' dreams
can make mine whole

so i pick up pieces
here and there
sometimes forcing the pieces to fit
and to mould themselves against each other

misfits
jagged edges
rough ends


but dreams do come true sometimes

in a spur of the moment
in the blink of an eye
a dream transports the heart to reality


what is her dream made of?

her dream is as smooth as silk
cascading over curves and valleys

a longing
to shed the silk
in the throes of passion
never before reached.

a craving for an ultimate dance
that will send electricity to the spine
that will bring twin peaks to tautness
that will make the river swell and flood the hungry lips

gentle caresses
warm lips
butterfly kisses
covering each square inch of skin

a flick over the peak
the other peak taken between eager lips
a gentle tug
a tender bite
enough to elicit quiet moans
that escape from the throat

down the nether end
a silent anticipation
an invitation to explore the moist lips
nimble fingers unfurling the soft petals
revealing an excited nub
crimson with passion

a warm wet tongue
covering the nub with gentle caresses
sometimes gentle, sometimes rough
but nevertheless causing the river to swell more
and flood the hungry lips more

an arched back
twin mounds with taut peaks flushed
tummy sucked in
lower limbs spread like open arms waiting

the delicious assault continues
skin against skin
wetness against wetness

and the dream explodes....erupts....
with a prolonged sigh
and a loud moan...
almost a guttural cry

and she soars high
among the stars
kissing each heavenly body
with a smile
then the dream subsides
she floats
and trip back to earth slows down
and gently
she falls down to his arms

he...waiting
he...caring
he...loving

then more kisses
warmer
more meaningful
more ardent

upper and lower limbs now locked together
slow, steady , shallow breathing

she breathes
he breathes
in unison

and together
they sleep the dreamless sleep........



that's what her dream is made of
an ache...
to lose herself in her passion
to lose her strength and be subdued
in the arms of a beloved.....




only in a dreamless sleep
can i realize the beauty of my dreams