The Dream

The Dream

Unknown Artist



She was awoken by a concupiscent dream. Startled with excitement, she jumped out of bed gasping for air,  her heart pounding within her chest. How was it that she could feel the lingering warmth of his skin on her body and why would she be dreaming of him this way anyway?

She took a deep breath, dismissed the guilty feelings she'd just experienced & exhaled. Laying back on her feathery bed, she succumbed to slumber. When she did, he was there again. She watched him intently, never taking her eyes off him. She studied his face, his eyes, the way his top lip curled up on one side when he smiled.  He aroused her in ways that surprised her. He was mysterious, strangely attractive and he stirred a sensual curiosity in her that she just couldn't ignore.

As if by magic, she was suddenly in his arms, her body trembling at his touch. He pulled her closer and rewarded her with a slow, languorous kiss. She welcomed his touch and surrendered herself to him, she was indelibly his.  He moved with her, sending spirals of rapturous pleasure rushing through her body. She had never felt like this before, ever! She exhaled, drew another breathe and held it.

BEEP....BEEP....BEEP

Hitting the snooze button she yelled out "No, no, no .... Not now, not now!'

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