Inspired by FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION Challenge –Â DREAM/DREAMER/DREAMING
weaving in
to a magical place
so nice
to get caught up
ethereal limbs
smooth weirdness
laughter, joy
calm and pleasure
want to stay
there in my dreams
where magic happens
where lives are easy
Image credit Ash D. Solomon – Lucid Being
Song – Dreamcatcher by LP
I’m very happy to showcase these two creative people any time I can! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do. 🙂
Inspired by GoDogGoCafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge 5/7/19 #1 and #2 🙂
breathless whispers
heard by none
uttered by all
watch us dance
dream weaver
walking with no legs
the ground seen
but not there
feeling weighted
in this world
connected more
to the
brilliant
artistry
here in this illusion
i’m held fast
the grandeur
of alt-reality
rich colors
with a sublime vibe
abilities magnified
all a possibility
whacked and wonderful
stories
intense nightmares
fear, off the hook
alarming excitement
unexpected worlds
dances with the dead
fucking strangers
plot twists of the past
knowing the unknown
intense losses
highest joys
in the grey matter
the control
all mine
master of my universe
time to go back
sheltered in a dream
rushed into reality
awakened in life
The future is a time which hasn’t presented itself yet.
Always mysteriously just out of eyesight.
Every minute we take the next steps into an unknown.
The unexpected without a to-do list.
Our present excitedly seeking resolution on past laid
plans in the tomorrows still to come.
Endless possibilities layering into eternity.
The eternal question of what’s next?
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 in 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, every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies 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 what needs to be touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.
And then I wake up…
**Originally published PhiloSusi 9/9/15 Re-posted here with minor revisions
In my dreams, I see humankind…
with no discrimination.
treating all living with care and concern.
displaying no violence.
living reasonably and logically.
promoting peace.
In my dreams, is sadly the only place where I can find these qualities consistently.
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.
Then he woke up smiling.
