Dew moistened on the window. Tears from the passing night patiently crescendo to the tender patter of a lover kiss, rapping on the window.
I was in the realm between the conscious and subconscious. His hands tenderly traveled along the plains of my waist and the surface of his body leisurely increased its contact. The journey of his hands rested on my tummy. His voice floated into reasoning, "Your skin is velvety smooth like the petals of a fire princess."
I moaned, enticing his tender touches to continue to explore, without my words. His need was nestled between my thighs as I enticingly squeezed it between them. I could see his tenderness in my mind.