I had a Dream

I had a dream. I woke up in a white sheet, feeling the warmth of the sun on my feet. I felt his hand on my waist; his tenderness touched my skin through the coarse white linen. I turned around and saw his face. His face was glowing. I stared at his lips. I touched it with my finger tip. I kissed him softly. I felt him breathe. I moved my body closer to his. I buried my face on his chest. I heard his heart beat. I lay there, as our bodies soaked in the warmth, drenching my soul.

I took his hand, touched his skin. I took my face closer to his neck, planted him another kiss. He smelled of cinnamon, so fresh, miraculous. I thought of making love, over again. I knew he wouldn’t have resisted. I loved the feeling too much, was hard to let it change.
How beautifully our bodies moved, with our lips locked. His hands moved all over me, wanting me, claiming me, taking me. The fatigue overwhelmed us, I saw it on his face.

The sound of the sea felt like Music, filling the empty space in my heart. I closed my eyes and held him closer. I didn’t want to let him go, but my time was running out. I sat down near his feet, still watching him sleep. I felt the calmness, the moment stood still. I took my things, was about to leave.

I didn’t know what to believe. It felt like a beautiful dream.  I wanted be in it a little longer… I chose to tug back and sleep.