Special thanks to Donna for taking the time to read, giving me the confidence to post and for throwing ME back to 3.

~for Dr. Jen~

White-blue all around.

I lie still.

Blue-white all around.

Searching for warmth, hoping the change in hue will bring that which I desire. I plead wordlessly with those who watch. Their presence I can feel, but who's countenance I have yet to look upon. They are there watching, waiting, expecting that which only I can deliver. I want to refuse, but it is cold and I am needy.

So I exhale.

Drawing up long and deep, from the tips of my toes and upward, I exhale.

Yellow all around.

Swirling, he appears, taking form above me, hovering close enough to touch, but untouchable.

My hands reach for him, but slide right through. Yet when his lips touch mine, they are firm, moist. His hands on my face, tender, slightly callused.

The chill begins to fade.

Orange all around.

His hands descend. Fingers trail down my neck and along my collarbone, leaving bright orange light in their wake. They move down my sternum, ever downward, never straying to the side, then stop.

Both hands on my ribcage now, he slides upward, taking my breasts roughly, lowering his lips to suckle. I arch into the sensation.

There is warmth.

Red all around.

His mouth descends. Kisses rain like lava, searing, blistering my skin. Hands touching, caressing, leaving fingerprints in their wake. My thighs pushed aside, knees lifted, he descends.

There is heat and fire.

Orange all around.

He withdraws.

Yellow all around.

He fades.

Blue-white all around.

And I inhale.

Drawing him back inside. Now sated, but unsatisfied. It is cold again and I am needy.

Until tomorrow.

When they return.

White-blue all around.