An Oneiroi In the mist of my waking to the figure wrapped within. Willing myself back into the night I tumble ever deeper, to reach what is not there. Silently I slip softly alongside and gently caress the her mystery. Breath ever faster I strain to see her through the haze. The almost touch, sensing the fragrance, the white satin snugged to reveal the gentle curves beneath My loins cry out in anticipation Clear now; white on white, satin on satin. Hair scattered on her pillow Her alabaster skin glistening Back arched and breasts poised beckoning Hips raised to take me; until dimming, satin turns to darkness and white to black. Beauty fades to sameness, fragrance gone. Only the dream catcher's memory remains. jmp102009 |