bedtime...the wind blows ever so slightly pushing the sheer curtains forward touching the unkempt bed as the moonlight completes the ambience needed for the night. the barefoot, shirtless man in jeans walks into the bedroom to find you by your dresser drawer wearing a t-shirt that reaches the knee...and nothing else. candles accentuating your beautiful silhouette...
*"Amsterdam Blue" begins its slow long hum in the background*
you turn your back to him in anticipation as he calmly walks towards you. standing just inches behind you, his breath is now soft on the nape of your neck while his hands grow bold to become the eyes of his soul...exploring. his fingertips showing him all he needs to know as his lips softly kiss your neck. his hands slowly making their way downward from your shoulders on passed your hands. from thighs to hips...across your belly. one hand making its' way to supple breast as the other is drawn to supple mound...moist...and ready. your heart...beating faster. your breath...heavy. you...doing your very best to maintain composure while loving every bit of this expression of his love. your eyes...closed off to your surroundings. existing now solely in an ethereal plane your union has created. tips now slipping soft between lips he longs to taste. fingers find the warm and the wet as your gates begin their welcome. he kisses, nibbles and bites on your neck as your head now lays back on his shoulder. your composure weakens, your hips writhe as his hand remains steady at work. your hand reaches back to find him ready and you turn your head to find his lips waiting for the long awaited kiss that finally holds nothing back. lost in the throws of passion...the embers glow soft, building...
you now hear...
an alarm clock. you wake up in a cold sweat, wet, shaken and frustrated. it was all just a dream...or was it? stay tuned...
~moses apollo
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