Carry on dreaming

Her Heart heavy with an aching for the man she loves. Sleep does not come easy. She struggles, she tosses and turns.
Dream on for dreams are sweet"" his voice whispers in the night air.

“Please come and keep me warm. Love me. Make me feel safe in your arms.”

Her bed is uncomfortable. The constant urge to sleep comes and goes.

“Where are you my love?” She hears her own voice call out.

Through the window a cold wind blows. She lay there semi awake the blankets and sheets are moving. There comes warmth. He is here. She snuggles into him. Her head on his chest, her left hand stroking through the hairs on his chest. Her left leg slightly bent is resting between his.
His left arm around her. His right hand stroking her face.
She feels him kiss her head. She feels him caressing her back. Finally: resting a little way below her panty line.

There is no groping nor is there any hint of sexual hunting.

There is a moment when one feels the love and the caring of someone who understands your needs and wants.

There is a moment when you feel completely loved.

She hears his heart beating and her head rises up and down, as his chest heaves from his breathing. She is content. He is here. He has heard her call.

For a Moment they are one.



Steve Boddey