There is nothing quite so unsettling as dead silence in the middle of the night... and the dark so black you don't know if your eyes are opened or closed. Everything is still...
The grinding wheels of a turning streetcar pulled me awake, but it has gone now - headed on its run through deserted city streets...
The only sound is my breath.. the house is not even creaking tonight... no hum of the fridge or furnace... just black silence.
In my dreams and in the turnings of my sleep, I have reached out for you, hoping to find the warmth of you close. On a night like this, I would run my fingers along the length of your sleeping naked form, tracing your lines and curves... Lay gently beside you, curled to your back... slowly draw you to that place between sleep and awake with warm slow kisses on the back of your neck... As you slowly turn in the land between dreams and aware, I would explore the shape of you... your hills and valleys... softness and strength... I would breath in the scent of you, finding you in the dark by instinct... blind, but knowing your body by a touch as gentle as a breeze...
As your body responds to mine... Your breath changing... In the silence, in the dark... I would make slow gentle love to you... Clinging to each other and slow rocking... Some where between sleep and awake... But always in my dreams...
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