A Dream

I remember the face but not the name. I remember both her hands fit perfectly in one of mine as they were pinned above her head. As I kissed her lips I traced her body with my fingers. I pull her up to peel her blouse from her body. As I lay her back down her hands are once again pinned above her head. I tease her lips with the thought of a kiss. My fingers brush the skin down the center of her body until I reach her waistline then start to trace the crease of her pants up her inner thigh. As my fingers reach the center of all creases its wet and she lets out a light moan. As my hand rubs the crease I kiss down her neck to her chest. The kisses get lighter forcing her chest to rise to my lips. As I make my way down her stomach I begin to peel her jeans from her shaped legs all while her back rises begging for me to go further. I kiss along the outline of her tan line, teasing the temptation. Pulling down her pink laced panties, I follow the center bow to meet a taste of a syndical temptation. The taste of lust pierces my lips and I begin to crave it. Her hands now pinned on her sides of no freedom to this control she no longer has. Her body begs for me to continue, it pleads for this ecstasy. Her hands clinch the sheets below as her breathing becomes heavier, her back arches, body on hands and knees begging for more. With just my mouth I make love to her. Her muscles tighten as she flirts with nirvana until her tongue unties and a moan can be comprehended. She speaks softly but demanding as she asks me to make love to her.

I begin to kiss up her body. As I slide myself into her a moan is released and her eyes no longer meet with mine. I place her arms above her head once again, with each thrust the room begins to become warmer. Our bodies begin to create sweat from the body friction and she laces her fingers within mine. The thrusts are strong yet soft, slow yet enough. The temptation becomes too much, the thought of meeting nirvana once again becomes within grasp so our bodies shift. I now stare up at her and the frame of her figure. I’m now below the stage watching a dancer create art. Her heart is committed, mind determined as if this is the audition to determine a lifetime. Her body stays in sync with the soft music in her head. Her body rolls with purpose but she’s enjoying herself. She creates her own temptation with a steady pace. Her nails dig into my chest and the moans create a soft beat to march a movement. This becomes all surreal as once again our bodies become in a sync motion. My body now pleads for that release of ecstasy to succumb nirvana. My energy grows as does hers, our bodies, mind, ambitions become one as we flirt with this thick line of nirvana. The motion speeds up as our bodies then release all of its weight. The motion slows but not yet stops. We enjoy every thrust of ecstasy to the last drop. When the motion stops, she lays on me starring into my eyes. They tell the story that the mind can’t comprehend, pupils begin to shake. Our bodies separate and I awaken from this deep slumber still dry and alone. Until another night with a nameless face.