Drifting In
April 18, 2011
I heard the door creak open ever slow and then the click of its close. Or did I? Caught in that static of sleep/wake where reality is within the dream unfolding.
I feel him as his presence dictates a stress on the mattress behind me. The length of my hair is swept to the side and a gentle kiss is tattooed on the back of my neck. A soft moan, released ever so softly, that I am unsure it escaped my breath exhaled. Fingers now tracing my skin find the zipper to my dress and it begins it’s journey to the small of my back. Lips again brush my skin as the fabric falls away. My body adjusts into his. Eyes pressed tightly, for if this is a dream, it is one I want to see through its conclusion.
I feel his skin on mine. My back pressed to him. His hands pull my hair back and his mouth finds mine. His fingers find my nipples, and with a pinch they are reminded of him. I can feel my need for him in the growing wetness between my thighs and his need for me is pressed hard against my back.
A hand slides firmly, purposefully down and I feel his finger enter me. My hips open for him and my head falls back on his chest. Both hands on my waist, he pulls me to him. At the first sense of his tip, my eyes open. I know him. I feel him. I see him as he fully enters me. Our eyes match and we are as we want. The need for each other thriving in the fabric of time binding us.
Then the moment is upon us. Engulfs us. And I know this is where I need to be. Not searching in a dream, but eyes open in living….awake.
