Dream Erotica

In the darkness of night

when naught but a faint cold breeze

whispers from beneath the slightly

open window,

when naught but the slightest 

sliver of light shines from beneath

the securely closed door,

when in the room there is stillness,

stillness but for sleeping breath.

Quiet.

Dark.

Cold.

Dark, cold and still.

Radiating,

turning in his sleep

the radiating warmth of her body drawing,

turning in his sleep he came closer

and closer

until,

nuzzling closely onto the warmth,

closely...

sensing the warmth,

sensing absolute comfort

eyelids flickering in the dark

then consciousness once more

suspended,

deeply suspended as...

In the reach of her wondrous dream

sensing his nude body closely onto

her nude body

moving her hips,

arching,

nestling her buttocks

tightly onto the forming warm

contour of stomach and thighs

as his hand,

draped over her hip

moved upward,

upward onto her chest,

upward yet

onto the softness

of a sleep creased breast

and the feel of  his wife’s breast

within his hand caused the gauze-like

veil of sub-consciousness to lift once again

to dream the dream of lying next to her,

to dream the dream

of feeling the softness of her breast within his hand,

of feeling the warmth of her back against his chest,

of feeling the roundness of her buttocks nestled

closely against stomach and thighs

and...

the wife’s subconscious mind

flitting upward,

upward towards consciousness as...

The husband’s mind hovering,

hovering just beneath consciousness as,

Quiet.

Dark.

Cold.

Both returned to their dream of lying close,

of lying close and comfortable, warm and safe...

To the dream they each dream:

he holding her closely;

she held within his arms,

and...

a part stirred.

Moving in his sleep,

fractionally moving the dream of his turgid penis

between the dream of the soft,

so soft enveloping fissure as...

forward, back,

in, out...

Through layers of darkness,

feeling the erotically stirring,

erotically teasing friction

as the very tip of hardened

projected flesh probed inward,

inward and outward...

in and out of the moist vaginal fold.

Wanting him there,

Oh, God, wanting him there.

“Honey,” whispering over her shoulder,

“Love me, honey.”

Aware now,

a whispered, “I do.” as...

shifting positions,

she now beneath,

he now above,

he now within the fathomless,

mental, physical,

all-enveloping warmth.

Whispered, “Love me!”

Bodies straining forward,

hips, pelvises moving in concert,

coming from the heart,

“Love me, honey, love me!”

Near breathlessly spoken now,

“I love you!”

With each thrust,

“I love you!”