by
JHoney
01/16/07
Every night for the past week it’s the same dream………….
Her soft cheek pressed against mine……. so soft it‘s like butter….
her gasps of building ecstasy exploding in my ear…… some, almost moans, carrying her frustration to reach that existential peak straight to my groin, energizing every thrust till I’m almost manic in my need to satisfy her….. satisfy…..myself…
She screams my name, and then whispers it like a prayer….
I see an explosion in her eyes that lingers and then slowly fades….
I wake up with her face in the back of my eyelids, the feel of her skin on the tips of my fingers, and her taste on my lips…….
This is getting down right ridiculous…… I’ve had this dream since the first night I moved to town, 6 months ago. It used to be once or twice a month but over the last two months it’s been increasing in frequency and intensity… now this last week …every night.
It’s almost like it’s building to something and I walk around feeling like….. like… something is going to happen. I dunno what…… just…something….
01/23/07
I told my best friend about the dreams today. Juelz thinks maybe I’m supposed to meet someone… that maybe this girl in my dreams is real…..
If that’s the case where is she?! Cause I’m walkin around like a zombie…
…messed up the numbers again at work today... if something doesn’t give……….. (sigh)… something has to give….
01/28/07
I think I might be going crazy…..
I thought I saw her today. I was waiting in line for my coffee and bagel when…. when she just….. strolled by the window. I pushed through the line to see if it was really her but…. a waiter grabbed me and was jabbering something at me and by the time I got out the door she was gone……
By the way I’m now wanted in Starbucks’ across America for bagel and coffee theft.
02/04/07
I saw her again……..
She’s real….
We were downtown glancing through some windows killing time until our movie started… we stopped to check out Ralph Lauren and there she was…
……. sitting in an outdoor café eating lunch,….. I think…. even her reflection steals my breath.
Suddenly I could feel her skin on mine again.. the softness of it as I kissed my way up her neck pausing to suck on her throbbing pulse. I can hear her whimper as I run my hand up her side and slowly ascend the creamy curve of her mahogany breast…… I watch, mesmerized, as the skin of her nipple flinches in anticipation…. each soft chocolaty nub lengthening, swelling, hardening as if tensing for battle…. then trembling in the breath before I wrap my lips around them and pull them into my mouth to war with the tip of my tongue…. I can feel her arch her spine and press her groin against mine in a way that begs for more than just a passing caress… she actually sobs when I part her lips and slide slowly into the hot, tight, wetness of her……
I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until darkness starts to creep into the corners of my vision and I can hear the buzzing in my ears……… I’m …….
I wake up with the salty taste of her sweat on my lips and her heartbeat in the palm of my hand…….
She’s looking at me… that reflection….. straight into my eyes like a deer in headlights.
I grab Juelz to point her out but a bus lumbers by and takes her with it when it goes.
We get out the movie, I put Juelz on her bus and make my way to the station.
The train’s always late so I lean against the wall and prepare for a long wait and there she is…….. hair done up in a million tiny braids and piled on top of her head. I can still see the curve of curls on the nape of her neck that look so soft I ache to bury my face in them. 5’9” with curves so pronounced it gives new emphasis to my diction… she’s contoured to my shape as well as my deepest desires…… legs to put the finest runners to shame…. calves that began with the juiciest of thighs and tapered into the slimmest of ankles….hips so familiar to me wrapped like the sweetest candy in a form fitted skirt. A waist, that from my dreams I know, is the perfect size to have and to hold; flowering into the most inviting pair of heaving bre…… heaving?!?
She’s staring at me through the largest set of Hershey colored eyes I’ve ever seen, with a mixture of fear, desire……and recognition……. I’m drawn to her and it feels like I float to stand directly in front of her….
“Your just a dream,” she says…….. “just my imagination,” I finish; as I caress her cheek with the back of my hand.
“Who are you?”…. she says her name is Melody. It fits, she’s been a song repeating in my head for months now……. “Where’d you come from, besides my dreams?”…. she’s lived here her whole life but she was away at school. She just graduated and got back in town the fourteenth of last month.
She rocks into me with the rushing winds of the incoming trains; she’s gotta go, someone waiting for her……. “how can I reach you, I HAVE to see you again?!”……numbers hurriedly called through a closing door……. -3683. I hope to GOD I have it right.
02/07/07
I called her today…… Melody….
Her voice made my blood pump faster and I felt light headed….. we talked, I told her about my dreams. She says she’s been having them too…. random at first then every single night until the first time she saw me in the coffee shop. I tell her I saw her twice before the fourth of last month… she asked me if my dreams stopped. I hadn’t realized but I guess they have. “I need to see you,”….. she says she can’t get free till the 14th…… “I need to see you before then,”………. she says she can meet me at the coffee shop for 5 minutes after work… someone is waiting for her.
She’s there when I arrive. Dressed in a light grey shirt dress with a burgundy belt and matching boots. Her hair is down, framing her face…. she’s biting her lip and exposing an indecently deep dimple…. I tilt her head back and brush her lips with mine….. the contact sends electricity throughout my chest….. her gasp tells me she feels it too. I brush my lips against the softness of her’s…… at first, reveling in the touch, the reality…… I trace the outline of her bottom lip with my tongue and then part her lips and slide slowly into the hot, wetness of her…… she tastes like hot coffee and mint…. she feels like silk and desperation. I test her tongue’s desire to dance…. stroke it, cup it, wrestle it with my own…… I tease it from the safety of her mouth into my territory where I suckle it like I’ve done her nipple on many countless nights….. we pause for oxygen. Her watch beeps….. she’s gotta go… someone’s waiting for her. “When can I see you again?” she’s free the 14th…..damn that’s Valentines………….
02/14/07
She meets me at the restaurant…….. I could hike her skirt and do her right then…. She’s in all black except for her turquoise shoes and handbag. We eat and talk….. she just broke up with her fiancé…. she’s doing graphic design…… we finish with a cheesecake that she feeds me and a kiss that leaves me seated for a good 10 minutes after our meal is done. We leave… walking familiar streets to the station….. “Can you spend the night?” she says she can spend the day too if I want…… I want……so much….. The station is deserted when we go down. Just us and a drunk passed out on a bench. She slides into the comfort of my arms as I lean against the wall, preparing for a decent wait……… the train is always late. I brush my lips against the softness of her’s…… at first, reveling in the touch, the reality…….
I don’t hear the bang until after she’s already crumpled in my arms……
Her soft cheek pressed against mine……. so soft it‘s like butter….
her gasps explode in my ear…… some, almost moans, carrying her frustration and pain, energizing every thrust till I’m almost manic in my need to revive her….. revive…..myself…
She screams my name, and then whispers it like a prayer….
I see an explosion in her eyes that lingers and then slowly fades….
Someone was waiting for her…….someone was always waiting for her….. I never realized, I never knew….. she was never mine……….. I was always lost in a dream.
I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until darkness starts to creep into the corners of my vision and I can hear the buzzing in my ears……… I’m …….
I wake up with the salty taste of her sweat on my lips and her lifeless body in my arms…….
The End
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