Tryst In Dreams

Redux
Originally published on PhiloSusi 9/9/15, reposted with minor revisions.

I stir, aroused by the return of past fiery life episodes. The intensity of the morning awakening revives exquisite sensations and feelings; I’m in awe of the desire which returns me and deposits me back into my past.

The pull of his gaze, a finger tracing my mouth and drawing me closer to his lips. Soft, warm wetness, mine mixing with his. Each kiss, tender and fierce, hasten our breaths. There’s an urgency, a tension demanding release, but craving so much more before it comes.

Our hands brush across each other, clutching then releasing at the subtle moments. Sighs and moans escape our lips when the gentleness or coarseness reaches a threshold in our bodies. Arching our bodies, pressing closer, the bulge of desire wanting to be cupped. It all feels so quick but in slow motion. The haze of excitement moves us, our bodies following an unscripted dialogue, but knowing exactly what to say.

We explore with our eyes and undress each other with our hands. Our clothing is our only barrier, so much is already understood – the hunger to taste each other, the desire bound tightly until the right moment it can escape, the secret carnal needs – all are free at this moment.

Our tongues speak the language of sensuality, experiencing color in what we taste. The room feels engulfed by us, our red-hot fluidity. We vibrate with the energy of our imminent coupling. Every cell in our being is aroused with anticipation, and every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies are in tune to receive what the other has to give.

Deliciousness and moans escape our lips as our limbs intertwine, feeling the smoothness of our skin as we embrace deeper into one another. Oh, the strength of our muscles tighten around each other, neither leaving intensity behind. The excitement builds, and the urgency to satisfy rises up in us both. We are open and ready now. Our passion is strong; our desires need expression.

Our eyes meet each other hungrily, penetrating the depths of our beings. It sends us deeper into our emotional hot bed inside; the tryst becomes more and more intense. The intuitive knowing of what needs to be touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like an invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.

And then I wake up…

Foundation of Dreams

Redux

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With deliberate intention, the goal was to devour thousands of words. He reveled in the delicious anticipation of cerebral and sentimental fulfillment. Focused and ready for some relevant adscititious information to challenge his brain’s hunger for knowledge and fantasy. The emotions of the poets forcefully laid down impressions on his mind. Hours passed immersed in the stories and written essences of others. It colored him happy. And tired. The eyes slowly closed. All the words turned to dreams of mystical sunsets with a bareback unicorn ride on the beach, hair whipping in the wild wind.

He then woke up smiling.

Splash!

Excitedly, the ocean welcomes me back with its liquid embrace.

Summer is over, but thoughts of the ocean continue to draw my mind back to sunny landscapes of white sand, blue water, palm trees, and the variety of activities nature’s playground offers. The images temporarily fade away as I step out into the cooling winds and changing colors around me. Shortly after that, my mind wants to return to where the sun heats the sand and my body. The place where ease is the staple of the day, and night promises no worries.

I’m homesick for paradise.

Missed Opportunities

Xresch – Pixabay

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix & Sadje’s What do you see #102

in my youthful mind
before responsibility aged me
dreams of rich discovery carried me over mountain tops
in the direction of promising golden rays of fortune
the thrill of adventure hastening all my steps
but with a scowl i realized i was out of steam
leaving me motionless and stranded
in the middle of life

Reblog – LONGING FOR YOU by Charles Robert Lindholm

This piece is so alive with optimism, wishes, dreams, and hope! It reminds me that we should always keep listening with open ears and an open heart for what “can be.” Lovely post!

The Reluctant Poet

A FOOL LONGING FOR YOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Silly Person
I Think

Believing In Things
So Improbable
Yet Hoping
Beyond Hope
That They Shall
Become A Reality

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Mindful Thoughts

Jr Korpa – Unsplash

remnants of my dreams
flit into my consciousness
snippets of illusion
co-mingling
with the events of the day
finding myself
colliding into the past
to produce an array of emotions
feelings of being torn
in different directions

where do I find comfort
where is the wisdom
where is the adventure

everywhere and in all things
...especially in dreams

Reblog – Nothing has Changed

Who hasn’t been haunted by these romantic dreams of such emotional depth and love? The ache of hope that dreams become reality. So beautiful, yet so sad. Le sigh…

House of Heart

When dreams pull me under
I call out across the ocean
You meet me at  the shore
and there is nothing to  hold to
but silvery shadows that cross
and uncross in our slumbering sea.
I bend to you  fragile as  sea foam
tossed in wind rifts  released
from unfastened hands. 
This is how I love you
a prisoner of  repetition
like endless waves you come and go.

art by Victor Bauer

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