I realise my stuff is just crude wank fantasy when I read beautiful, evocative stuff like this. Kudos.
Abed; in darkness and in slumber;
I lay tangled in dreams…
dreams of life
dreams of death
dreams of rapture.
Through the inky blackness of night,
he silently steals…
to steal a moment
to steal an embrace
to steal a sigh and caress it into a groan.
I stir, but do not wake.
I am stuck to the webs of illusion,
painted pretty by an unconscious mind.
Grinning wickedly with moistened lips,
he maps out a ravenous trail…
a trail of butterfly kisses
a trail of prickling heat
a trail of building electricity.
With a serpentine tongue,
he entices and excites…
exciting the flesh
exciting the heartbeat
exciting the desire that has long been dormant.
I grope out, but find no purchase.
My body arches
He brushes in hues of pleasure
to awaken my appetite for passion.
With fingers far softer…
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