Every night my journey begins. I follow the path my heart clears for me. I know where it leads and I stumble as I try to move too quickly. It's a place I have never been yet I know it well. Just a little farther and I'll be home. I know my way around this place nevertheless I get lost in the emotion.
I become disoriented from desire. I feel comforted and protected. My skin burns under her caress. I can not find the direction in which she reaches out to me because she is all around me. I don't struggle for the answer. I simply embrace the effect.
The weight of her fingers against my skin arouses my senses. The constant beat of her heart lulls me in my slumber. Even with my eyes closed I can see her hair all around me. The feather light touch tickles me. The sweet smell of jasmine lingers in the air along with a scent that is all her own. I dare not breathe to deeply as I am already intoxicated from her.
My name rolls off her tongue and settles over my body like a warm blanket chasing off the evening chill. Her need to fulfill my deepest fantasy tucks the edges underneath me. I am consumed by her love, her touch.
But as with all journeys there must be an end and mine comes with the birth of each new day. She wonders why I resist her attempts at waking me. She doesn't know where I've been or why I want to stay. How could she? I have never told her. I contemplate my reasons for not telling her. There are so many. The more I think about them the more ridiculous they become. Perhaps today I will tell her. Yes I think I will
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