That night and every night in my dreams she lay wrapped around me, our limbs intertwined in restful passionate aftermath. The soft hair that flowed over her shoulder tickled my arms, such was our closeness. I could hear each warm, soft breath emanating from the sweet mouth that I had kissed so often.
Sometimes I would listen to her cry out in the night, alarmed in her dreams, even though I slept myself. Our intimacy was such that we were etched into each other's sleeping minds. The fit between us at times seemed to encompass mind, body and soul. When waking in the darkness disturbed by her gentle movement, I wanted to tell her of the beauty of holding her and feeling her there, but would content myself with stroking her hair.
Sometimes, she would weep as she slept and I would watch the salty tears flow onto the pillow. Occasionally, I would reach out to touch and taste the sweet bitterness that came to her on those sad nights, as if hoping that tasting her wounds would bring me closer still. In excited reminiscence of the throws of delight of earlier in the evening I would dare to reach over towards her and lick away the salty residue, so that she would have no sign of the unconscious sadness when she woke, fresh and ready for the new day.
I could have woken her then and fallen on her, licking, tasting and, at the same time, feeding her elusive appetites. Would she have been cross if I had lifted the sheets from her and gazed at the most exquisite form, bathing every stimulating inch in butterfly kisses? Would she have moistened as I reached the apex of her thighs, pressing into the soft fuzz that was her niche and my heaven?
She stirs in her sleep and makes me think of cupping parts of her body in my palms, raising her ever so slightly and gently drinking in the tantalising flesh, feasting at her imminent excitement, my tongue lapping and straying into her well of pleasure, licking the ever moistening lips. My tongue withdraws into my mouth only to allow me to plant a firm kiss on her nether parts before resuming the teasing licking designed to enchant her and rouse her as she tightens her soft thighs around my head, drawing me in and gasping with delight.
I can remember the glow on her flesh as the dawn came bold and orange to illuminate her form. Sometimes the sky could be so very threateningly pink, like her own secret parts as she moaned herself to that pouting climax, enjoying and taking in her sleep, even as she gave throughout the day. She was like a budding rose plant in that way, adding to the pleasure of the day with every gesture and every caress and hug that she bestowed upon me. Here in the night, it was my turn to give back to her the pleasure that she had earned.
In a strange symbiosis, her recumbent form lies in the rising sun, a part of nature surrounding me, the sheet thrown back, exposing the softest flesh of her breast to those inquisitive rays, sliding into the room through minute cracks in the curtains. I could cover them with my mouth to protect them even now and have her reddening peaks rise like crenellated fortifications within the stronghold of my mouth.
I could have taken my lips away and spoken then, vivid though the memory is, every minutiae outlined in my mind: the precise details of her form exhaling rhythmically under the sheet and me unwilling to disturb her. Foolishly, I left that little bit of space between us that distance that grew slowly over time, to create a moat to fend off one another's intruding passions in our conflicting moods. This moat grew untended to become an untrammeled spring, creating a deep gorge and finally a chasm between us, across which neither of us could or would ever wish to swing, the rope bridge between us seeming so frail, too frail to entertain reconciliation and renewal.
Now, when I awake, clutching at my pillow, alone, I am only too aware that for all its feathery softness, it is no substitute. Where is that lost reciprocity now? When will I hold and be held again? I would wish to be back there at the journey's beginning again -- to love and to be loved in perfect sleeping harmony.
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