The dream swirls and spins. Images drift in and out of existence. Some flicker for less than a heartbeat. A touch. A smell. A flicker of a thought in someone’s eyes.
There are ones that last longer; the span of a breath. The brush of a kiss. The swell of an emotion. The taste of a sweet dessert.
A small few persist, remaining for what seems like hours but only lasts minutes or seconds. The build up of passion before making love. The pang of loss at the death of a loved one. The wonder at the birth of a child.
But one is a constant. It may come and go, being temporarily overwhelmed by other thoughts and feelings, but it always comes back. You.
Some are simple. Your laughter. A glimpse of you lost in thought. The way your smile touches your eyes.
It's the intense one that stand out the most, the ones that are shared. They linger long after they're gone, the remnants and aftereffects of them permeating and coloring everything that comes after. Cuddling on the couch watching a romantic movie. The feeling of you in my arms as I fall asleep and wake up. The flush of your excitement showing on your body as we make love. That first, electric, overwhelming kiss. The look of total peace in your face as you sleep.
The dream starts like any other. Things flicker and flash past at speed. Images, thoughts, impressions, feelings race by like a roulette wheel waiting for the ball to find a place to rest. Each skip and jump signals a change. It settles on a number and the dream coalesces.
We're sitting together eating a meal and talking and laughing.
*spin*
The setting has changed, jumped ahead in time by a few moments. The meal is done and we've finished cleaning up. We're on the couch, side by side, watching something on TV.
*spin*
On opposite ends of the couch, you are laying down. Your head is resting on the arm of the couch and your feet are in my lap. One hand holds them while the other slides up and down your legs.
*spin*
I'm kneading your feet in my hands, taking care not to tickle. My thumbs press into the soles and my fingers work the tops. I massage your ankles and heels. I lean in to place a kiss on the bridge.
*spin*
My body is now laying on top of yours. Your arms are around my neck and back. Our lips are pressed together in a gentle kiss.
*spin*
One leg is now up and hooked over my waist causing our hips and groins to grind against each other. Our mouths and tongues are now hungrily engaged and our hands are exploring the other's body, searching out and teasing the sensitive spots.
*spin*
Your hands are raking over my bare back and through the hair on my chest. My hands are gliding your bare stomach, brushing the side of your face, caressing your breasts through your bra. I can feel your nipples hardening and I bow my head down to gently bite one of them through the lacy fabric.
*spin*
We're in the bedroom. Same day or different, I don't know. I'm sitting up in bed, the covers pulled up to my waist. My erection is causing a lump in them that has drawn your attention. You are standing next to the bed dressed in a satin, ivory-colored baby-doll camisole and matching, French-cut panties. You slide the straps off of your shoulders and down your arms. You cross you freed arms over your chest so that it is trapped there. Then you let go and it falls to the floor, hissing slightly as it slides down across your skin to puddle at your feet. You lower arms to your sides and reveal your beautiful breasts to my hungry eyes.