My eyes slide shut and follow the dancing colorful shapes as consciousness floats into the reality of dreams.
Instantly aware of the hissing silence and nothingness. I create and am rewarded.
Trembles begin along the edges of the dark space that caresses my skin.
A fingertip drags across my lips; so lightly, tingling. From behind I am warmed by strong arms that linger. I push back, craving more of that tasted ecstasy. But I’ve wished too hard and they’ve gone.
Determined and calm, I start at the beginning. A dimple in the top of a muscled shoulder, pulling back the darkness to reveal a rounded bicep, then shoulder blade. Like peeling a statue from its mold, he takes form while the dream world encourages my intentions. Soon a torso, then thick thighs and calves. All but his face is free of shadows.
I leave him an emotionless blot, not able to judge or reject. I realize, even unconsciously there are walls in place. The smoothness of his skin as I trace his rib lets me forget my cowardice.
All my imperfection presses to his godly form and so begins our slow writhing dance. The closeness and the tickling happiness is much like the first unexpected orgasm; a magic of heart stopping, emotional depth.
We are everywhere and nowhere, because nothing but the mind shattering bliss is important. I can only cling to this manifested body of pleasure and sap all that I can from the experience.
The sensation builds with no extra effort, just the excitement of an absolute freedom to feel. A crescendo that claws it way ever higher until the crashing end is something craved and mourned. One more second…
Picture is from Pintrist.