Music fills the air as I let go of this world and start my journey into the night. I become weightless as I float gently through an opening in the clouds. I have no conscious thoughts as I free myself of what was and open myself to what is.
Emotions run high as I close my eyes in anticipation and begin to walk slowly up the spiral staircase. I can hear my own heart beat as I go into a deep meditative state. A sense of calm leads me to the wood door I know so well. As I gently place my hand on it, I feel his energy flood the room. He was waiting for me this time. His energy wraps around me, he is home, he is safe, he is pure undeniable love. I see more clearly than I have ever before, yet my eyes are gently closed. Our breath synchronizes, building with each moment. He is warm, the air is cool…a sensual contrast. His strength is more powerful and protective of me this time. He is ready to take the next step. I hear him inhale my essence as he comes close to touching me. His thoughts pure and intimate pull me closer to him with each breath.
I yearning for him to reach out and touch my heart with his bare hands. I need to feel his flesh come alive. Connecting without words, sideway glances, a breath away from our eyes connecting for the first time. I feel him brush against me sending shivers down my spine. I have no control of my movements. He wants desperately for me to look deep into his eyes, I can feel it. I slip back and forth from thought to feeling, unable to see him clearly. Something is coming between us I can’t control. My thoughts overpower my feelings holding my heart at bay. I keep gently slipping away connected by the thread of desire. Desire to feel his entire being collide with mine.
He stands behind me close enough to feel his breath on my neck. His lips graze my cheek. His scent is intoxicating. His hands wrap around me like a force protecting me from the world that surrounds us. I stand in the shadows of my dream not wanting to return, not knowing what will happen next.
The morning air waits patiently for me to open my eyes as I start my decent from the night. A breeze gently blow a wave of emotions across my exposed skin. The moment I am conscious the feeling of his warmth washes over me. My night dream comes rushing back as tears flowing down my cheeks, knowing. Laying half naked not ready to open my eyes I relive the feelings from the night. My heart steps back into the shadow as my thoughts wake with the sun.
I can recall the feeling as my memory fades, so familiar it haunts me.
I was lulled into bliss by the rhythmic motion of the Oceans heart beat that gently rocked the hull of the sailboat. It felt sensual, like making love to the man who moves you.
The light of the moon shimmered across the water, illuminating the beauty of the night. Silence lingered in the air waiting for nature to whisper in our ears. A warm breeze gently washed over my dewy flesh leaving a subtle fragrant scent for him to inhale when he woke. His body was my veil keeping me warm and safe as I lay floating amidst my wildest dream.
My warm moist flesh was illuminated by the aura of the moon trying to coax him to open his eyes once more. I felt him start to rouse as he slowly inhaled the sweet scent left earlier to tempt him. His body pulled mine in closer as his strength explored my curves. The warmth of his hand mixed with the chemistry waking between us stimulated a reaction that moved across the surface of our skin in unison. The heat of our chemistry together in this moment was a recipe for seduction.
He slowly brushed my cascading hair to one side exposing my back to him. I felt the light sheet that covered us lift off my waist and fall away exposing my naked body. His warm lips caressed the sea of flesh that patiently waited for him. As he turned me toward him he reached to my cheek with a look of wanting in his eyes. His touch lead him down my neck to my shoulder pausing while he took a deep breath. He consumed my décolletage. His eyes met mine mesmerizing me as he looked deep inside my soul. We kissed intimately. We lay exposed to one another in mind body and spirit. Without a single word spoken he asked for my hand and we took the step together.
I would close my eyes and surrender my life for this moment to last forever.
Alone with nature looking-on, embracing the love that filled the air we became one, entangled together. There was something so surreal and sensual about being completely exposed in the light of the moon, surrounded by natures energy. Music filled the air like a symphony of feelings that swirled between us as we moved with the rhythm of what was…
We savoured each second not wanting this moment to pass…ever.
We were lulled into sleep by the rhythmic motion of the Oceans heart beat that gently rocked the hull of the sailboat. I, with the man who held me tight moving me beyond love and my wildest dreams and he, with the woman he would love and be loved by forever.
There is no better place to find yourself than the world our distracted minds naturally send us. Deep inside the imagination of a sexy mind lies the vivid dreams and fantasies of what a single thought can do. This time the thought that scaled the walls of my subconscious was that of pheromone filled facial hair.
The male energy who adorns a ribbon across his lip is sexy to me. He is growing it to make a statement. He is committed to his health. He is willing to take a stand, go the distance, be uncomfortable and show the world he wants to be here. He is strong and masculine. Male energy with a purpose greater than himself, mens health…Movember.
Facial hair is soft, rugged, manly. It has natural pheromones that pull us in. It can be abrasive if rubbed the wrong way but soft and gentle if stroked in the right direction. It shouts testosterone. It’s a choice, unique to the one who wears it. It’s a right of passage.
And it goes like this…
My eyes were closed, lost in my subconscious thought. I had goose bumps rising like waves on the surface of my skin from head to toe in anticipation of what was to come. The world went silent around me as I felt his very first touch. His lips did not arrive first to my skin. The soft warm tickle from his moustache came first. He paused, searching it seemed for the perfect place to kiss. His facial hair brushed my skin gently as he continued exploring the map of my body. He aroused every hair follicle that felt him coming. His breathe warmed the surface of my skin as he continued until he found his favourite spot.