Round One

the dark like velvet encloses him
and becomes just being
floating suspended
warm but not warm
air all around no breeze

he sleeps for a minute or an hour and wakes
maybe
his head turns inside out and erotic thoughts
rushing toward him hot wind
red light rushing past eyes that open, cannot see
in the blackness that is everywhere
suspended barely
just being
floating in hazy fantasy
swelling, subsiding, waiting, drifting

want

and the touch just now
down his cheek
barely over lips, air rushing between them
she's here

or not
inside and outside all jumbled together
where fantasy collides with what is or could be

feathergentle fairy kisses over skin and
don't move or it will go away, those are the rules
only breathe, and wait
hair maybe or soft feathers brushing
smells of her
so hard to know what's real
stop trying

prickle of rush and throb
as light heated breath caresses riding on air currents
lower and
lower
over belly and gasp
instant raging hard tremble
and fingers or lips teasing and
stop
where is she?

gone, or back, or never was, or is right here

silken grazes across soles and up ankles
soft, warm, silent, chiffon or satin or skin
up legs and down arms all at once
two? or mmm.. nevermind
as wet heat sears erect flesh enveloping
weightless
the whisper "don't move"

the moan he hears might be his own

the monster wants out, he thinks to tell her
but forgets to say the words
as bliss takes over thought
and the surge overtakes him
he erupts into ghostly gentle
wet flame
again and again until there is only heat and
drifting into sleep

"come one, come all" he hears whispered inside his head
in her voice

and round two is set to begin