In the dead of the night
Sharing the Darkness
We lay down together on the soft dark sheets of the bed. I pull her close and our bodies match shapes on our sides my face nestled in her flowing locks. Her sent is strong under the sweet smell of her hair. My left hand finds her hip and traced the shape of her curves up to her shoulder. My eyes rendered useless by the night, my hand forms a visions of her beauty. I let my arm wrap around her and can not stop my phallus from stir against the soft flesh of her buttocks. Her sent changes slightly. I bend letting my lips caress her neck just behind her ear. Her sent changes again and she turns to face me accepting my caresses and returning in form. Our heats began to beat faster. Her body rises to accept mine and we are joined. Our breathing takes on an increasing rhythm and our heats continue to rise in a crescendo until the world fades away and it is just the two of us joined as one. Her body quivers and my replies, time and space expand and we are left in an eternal instant of ecstasy. We cling desperately to stay in that place but in the end we fall away and are left in the unseeing darkness of the night. We hold each other tightly, each remembering that heaven where two where one and nothing else mattered. Our bodies, relaxed after the fight for that place beyond the firmament, drift into the deep restful, sleep of lovers in each other’s arms.
Sleeping Beauty
I wake and lay still in the early morning light. I watch the woman sleeping deeply next to me. Her soft, rose colored lips parted slightly drawing the slow, deep breaths of bottomless sleep. Her long thick hair the color of wheat ready to be reaped was fanned out on the bed behind her, its ends cascading gently over the edge of the green satin sheets. Her magnificent curves accentuated by her position, on her side slightly curled against me. I let my mind etch her peaceful face into a stone in my memory. I long to see her deep green eyes flecked with splashes of gold and red, but I fear that if I do see those I eyes I will not be able to do what I must. I move gently not to disturb the beauty with green satin sheets half-hazardly thrown over her smooth, soft skin, honey gold in the summer sun. I stand for a moment at the end of the bed knowing that I will never see her again. A depressed feeling washed over me and then is forced away by resolution. I leave my sleeping beauty just as I need to remember her; in the peace of lover’s sleep.
We lay down together on the soft dark sheets of the bed. I pull her close and our bodies match shapes on our sides my face nestled in her flowing locks. Her sent is strong under the sweet smell of her hair. My left hand finds her hip and traced the shape of her curves up to her shoulder. My eyes rendered useless by the night, my hand forms a visions of her beauty. I let my arm wrap around her and can not stop my phallus from stir against the soft flesh of her buttocks. Her sent changes slightly. I bend letting my lips caress her neck just behind her ear. Her sent changes again and she turns to face me accepting my caresses and returning in form. Our heats began to beat faster. Her body rises to accept mine and we are joined. Our breathing takes on an increasing rhythm and our heats continue to rise in a crescendo until the world fades away and it is just the two of us joined as one. Her body quivers and my replies, time and space expand and we are left in an eternal instant of ecstasy. We cling desperately to stay in that place but in the end we fall away and are left in the unseeing darkness of the night. We hold each other tightly, each remembering that heaven where two where one and nothing else mattered. Our bodies, relaxed after the fight for that place beyond the firmament, drift into the deep restful, sleep of lovers in each other’s arms.
Sleeping Beauty
I wake and lay still in the early morning light. I watch the woman sleeping deeply next to me. Her soft, rose colored lips parted slightly drawing the slow, deep breaths of bottomless sleep. Her long thick hair the color of wheat ready to be reaped was fanned out on the bed behind her, its ends cascading gently over the edge of the green satin sheets. Her magnificent curves accentuated by her position, on her side slightly curled against me. I let my mind etch her peaceful face into a stone in my memory. I long to see her deep green eyes flecked with splashes of gold and red, but I fear that if I do see those I eyes I will not be able to do what I must. I move gently not to disturb the beauty with green satin sheets half-hazardly thrown over her smooth, soft skin, honey gold in the summer sun. I stand for a moment at the end of the bed knowing that I will never see her again. A depressed feeling washed over me and then is forced away by resolution. I leave my sleeping beauty just as I need to remember her; in the peace of lover’s sleep.
posted by The Golden Retirver at 08:18
2 Comments:
So this post is a little out of my normal style. I actually wrote "Sleeping Beauty" last night as I was fighting with myself to fall asleep. The girl is entirely fictional and their are some undertones and meanings that nobody will get. To be honest I did not write it for public viewing. The reason it is up is because four hours later I woke up with "Sharing the Darkness" as a complete memory in my mind. It was like no dream I have ever had, there was no vision just memories of tactile sensations and new olfactory connections. You can imagine how disappointed I was when the woman was not next to me in bed. I wrote it exactly as I remembered it, more spiritual than physical.
I have had experiences with characters that I have come up with entering into my memory but never like this and never this quickly. So at 2 am this morning I was sitting at my computer writing this memory/dream.
don't leave her!
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