Dreaming
Essay title: Dreaming
The only thing your eye can see is light. That is all thats beautiful, that is all thats ugly, that is all there is. When your look at that wine bottle, all your eye sees is the blue light from the neon sign outside our window. Watch the light reflect off the label and off the smooth glass of the bottles tapered neck. Watch the restaurant neon turn from red to blue to red .
Listen to them, downstairs. Still eating and drinking and laughing. I happen to know the kitchen closed at midnight. Theyll keep dancing till two. The sound is a faint rumble up here, in our room. Just a distant noise, like the street or the sea.
Im glad were here. Im glad your body lies beneath me, your cheek against the pillow, my arm around your back. Nowhere else, except this bed. Nowhere else in all the world.
My lips, softly across your collar bone; my mouth, open on your neck. The hair of my chest tickles against the softest skin of your breasts, until I pull you close, pressing your body to mine. Sound escapes your throat as my lips taste your neck.
Feel me take your breast in my hand, lifting it, sliding my fingers across its softness. I savor the salty sweat from between your breasts as my tongue slips between them. My hands are strong and gentle, and your nipples harden at my touch. Pulled between my lips, your nipples are stiff against my tongue.
Lie back against the pillow. Feel my lips on the softest part of your inner thigh. Kiss. I am under the linen sheets, with your body. A little higher. Kiss. Your lips are becoming rosy, parting slightly. My tongue is hard, strong. We are both wet, my mouth and you. Kiss.
My tongue slips between your lower lips, gliding across the hole. Sliding