It shifts, from panties to slips, in that ethereal quality of dreams
Her voice fluctuating between sensuous and sexy, the desires in her eyes fiercely gleam
So I close my eyes and let myself flow into my verbose imagination
Letting go of my present drab reality, losing myself to these wanted sensations

She approaches me across a low lit room with hard wood floors accentuating the staccato click of her heels
Upon reaching me, she takes my hand, gliding down her silken flesh, just to show me how desire feels
Pulling away with a devilish smirk, she saunters over to the bed, sliding under velvet coverlet
Lighting a match from the nightstand, she sparks lit a candle previously set

There is something about a candle's glow that changes the ambience of a situation
It's like a power has taken form in a room, a spell of romance without incantation
The reflection in her eyes of the single flame of the candle is utterly intoxicating
If I had resistance to her allure, whatever was there is now defintitely fading

She crooks her finger at me to come hither, her eyes backing the command
My breath comes fast in short gasps when she shows a breast; round, soft, and darkly tanned
I let my heart rate drop by lengthening breaths while walking purposefully to the bed
Leaning forward, the teasing whisper of lips on lips before I gently kiss her forehead

Just to let her know that control isn't completely hers makes frustration followed by lust flare in her eyes
Though she doesn't catch a quick glance of my own to snapshot the way the thin coverlet outlines her thighs
I lean down once again above her, this time kissing her on the lips with unrestrained passion
The soft wet heat of our tongues' undulation, desperate as a starving man with new found rations

We slow down a moment just to share each others' breath through the kiss
I breath in her air, and give it back without stopping the lock of our pressed lips
She reaches down to release me of my clothing's cruel imprisonment
Opening up the coverlet, and inviting me to heaven in what seems an eternal moment

I smile wickedly into her eyes before diving into the dark recesses of sheets and thighs
Gauging the speed of my tongues caress of clitoris against writhing gyrations and wanting cries
Filling my mouth with the taste of her womanhood, in long and langorous licks
Teaching her for every tongue's stroke, I know a thousand more subtly different tricks

Suddenly, she tightens thighs on either side of my head in clenched pleasure's throes
Interlocking her fingers with mine, gasping and moaning while tightly curling toes
She is explosive in orgasm, a wildfire untamed and gaining heat through every passing moment
I tease with my tongue, no matter how tight the thighs' clenching, wanting that fire to foment

She, sensitive and unable to withstand my tongue's teasing, attempts to escape by wriggling away
But, I hold her hips in place, blowing softly on her vulva, not letting her get a chance to stray
Only allowing a moment for her to catch a breath, I go back to licking laughingly without volition
Unable to stray, she gives in, and experiences her first multiple, thrashing against my tongue's ambition

She claws deeply into my back, rending red streaks, but drawing little blood
My mouth open and enjoying the sudden wetness of her continuing ecstacy's flood
I move back up from beneath the covers, smiling widely at her beauty in the first afterglow
She reaches for my face, pulling me down, kissing me soundly, and letting me know

That she's thanking me but is still unable to speak with the feelings coursing steadily
The orgasm riding her while she rides it, but it still hasn't faded completely
So, I look deeply into her eyes, stroking her hair and kissing her neck and breasts
With the slow studied sensuality of a man who has no need to pay attention to time's duress

After the under-breath moans subside, she rolls over to spread thighs over my sides
Mounting me with locked eyes, smiling with her first slides bringing about the first pleasured cries
She moves with a rhythm that matches mine completely, with every stroke complimenting mine freely
Extremely soft against my skin, I enter her again and again, and she fits me perfectly

The dream fades at this point, as it often does, back to drab reality
I try to grasp at the fading backdrop of imagination, but the memory eludes me
I can just hope that it's all a precursor for combining our passions' combined fires
So that, one day, I can sup deeply of the cup of my delectable desire

-David "Dingo" Bleecher