Sapphic Voices Romance

Morning Dream

I thought I'd enter your dreams tonight my Jennie girl. Softly and gently as you enter my own dreams each night.

I see myself sitting here on my own bed in the stillness of the morning, thinking of the tender moments we shared last evening. Wondering what I would be doing if you were here with me, just arising from sleep yourself. I certainly wouldn't be typing on this silly computer, I know that. I'd probably be getting ready to join you for our morning shower as we've spoken of so often. It would be a pretty tight fit, as we have a small shower here in the Redman, but that's ok. The closer to you I am the happier I shall be.

The light won't be on in the bathroom. The only light will shine from a scented candle burning dimly, reflected by the mirror... sandalwood perhaps or maybe lavender, depending on our mood. I'm wondering if our showering together will take on ritual overtones of a kind? No, I think we are both much to creative for such an occurrence to become repetitive. Knowing us, they will be impromptu, each occasion taking on a life of its own playing out of the stage of our unbridled inhibitions. Yet the very expectancy of what is to come will have our hearts pulsating in our chests and our passions stirred.

We'll enter the shower together this time, anticipation building as the slightly warm water finds our bodies and covers us with a wetness that adds to our own. Our combined essence takes on a stimulating reflective glow as the rivulets of water wander down and over our goose-bumped skin. We look into each other's eyes and I think that I have never seen you as beautiful as when we stand like this together in our shower, naked in our love for each other as we are in our in the tenderness of our affection.

The light from the candle jumps and wiggles as it passes through the opaque glass of the shower doors, covering your face and body with ever changing patterns of light and shadow. The sensual scent begins to mix with your own, your hair, your wet skin, your womanhood. It all rises up to me in a crescendo that makes me dizzy for a moment as I take all that is you into my piquing senses.

Finally, I can wait no longer. I must touch you, feel your wet naked skin against my own. I twine my arms around you, pulling you gently against my body. My breath escapes in a loving sigh as I feel your breasts press against my own. The center of your physical love arches into me seeking to rub against any part of me it can find. My hands run up and down the sleek, soft curves of your back as my moist lips find your own and our passions intermingle as wildly and free as when Eve and Lilith first daringly embraced beneath Eden's sparkling waterfall before history itself began.

Is that how it will be, my Jennie? Each morning that we are together? Do you think, my heart's flame, I could ever let you escape back to a life on your own after experiencing the totality of you? A part of me would be lost forever. Lost to the oneness our love has created.

Am I dreaming still? Or are you real my goddess?

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