Copyright © 2003 Maureen L Reardon
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I live a life curse of unrelenting torment by being lovers in spirit only. Somehow I manage to feel so close to you as time past by me. You enter my mind at random, also when called upon by a need to remember, to recall a touch to relive a sweet caress shared only in my mind. Am I just participating in a waking dream, my physical senses experiencing, I cannot understand. Oddly, I crave you in the illusion of the intensity that my desires generates. To what level of awareness has my spiritual love taken me. As I will myself to be together in the private realm of a dream.
The true power the function of my soul driven by a desire. Would it be pure promise of love. In sleep I am with you. I cursing the mornings light, as it imposes an end of your visit. I wonder if you feel me come to you in the night, coming as a shadow, hidden in the darkness, making my presence known as a thought or a feeling that you recognize.
For in my dream, I slowly arouse you. I choose to control the pleasures you enjoy, as my spirit is complex. Filled with sensory suggestions that I am there with you. My only wish is, to create a sensation of physical touch. The depths of my desires so intense in my mind.
I love to occupy your thoughts in the form so vivid, as I slowly touch upon your favorite places. My hands and fingers accurately communicated the presence of my mouth, my soft lips, and the flat of my hot tongue. I would rise upward with you knowing I am your pleasure. Our orgasm becomes chaos of pleasure.
Confidence the realness of me would consume you. I know how much you enjoy having my lips and tongue licking and sucking the hardness of your nipples, and by simply recalling the arching of your back, of your straining into me, you acted out all your passions and desire, for you can hold nothing back from me.
The flood of your pleasure courses through me and you became mine.
I visit you as a spirit in the night. As you lay quietly, naked, soaked with the freshness of the light of moon. We spread our legs slowly, pulling our knees apart, feeling the caress of the night breeze. Your desire becomes mine.
The power of my suggestion was strong it brought you to the edge of orgasm and throw you off the edge. I love how your body responds to my thoughts, accepting suggestion. The images in your subconscious filled your head. As the rush of your thoughts beg and pleading for a sense of completion, of wanting me deeper, consuming you, overwhelming you with desire. As you anticipate me sliding into your soft folds of wetness. You ache of want, of longing. I am the sensations embedded in the center of your being. We were wrapped in a sweet ecstasy beyond any earthly sensation.
Radiating into the darkness with the speed and silence of shooting stars. Glistening with a fresh satisfaction of a love made complete. We cannot be, released. Deeply I enter into your dreams, you hold me close. Wrapping my spirit presence in the warmth of yours. Hold me in your memories, before I must slip away into the remains of our night, onto the edges of your dreams for I am your fading moon light.
The End