My Dream of You

I find myself swimming through a mist-filled lake suddenly…not really remembering how I got there, to this place of magic and mystery…green streamers of moss and old branches, writing the stories of their once beautiful blooming flowers on the warm, clear water. I can hear the echo of gentle waves lapping the shores of a distant beach somewhere in the distance. The night is bright with radiant stars and a glowing full moon. I swim around the lake, enjoying the warmth and steam as it envelops my naked body. I float on my back for a while, staring up at the branches of the verdant trees and breathing in the sweet aroma of their petals. As I slowly start to drift towards the shore, I spy a flash of white through the trees. At first, I assume it is just one of the flowers, gently gliding to its final resting place upon the soft loam of the forest floor, but then I spy it again, this time just a fleeting glance. I decide to investigate further and begin swimming towards the shore. The soft white sand of the beach is still warm from the day’s sun.

Upon the beach rests a pair of shorts and loose linen shirt, presumably the clothing I had on when I arrived here. I slip into the clothing and spy a torch lying a short distance away. As I approach the woven wicker and bamboo contraption, I again spy the flash that drew me out of the warm waters. I snatch up the torch, which somehow by the magic of this place lights up with merry crackle, illuminating the way before me. The cool light of the stars and moon is quickly replaced by the yellow and warm glow of its dancing flames. As the wood surrounding the beach fill with its light, I can see that elusive fluttering speck of white disappearing into the darkness. I chase after it, dodging through the trees and falling flowers hoping to spy what it is. As I draw nearer to it, I can hear a faint laughter traveling on the wind and a trace of perfume that is sweeter even than the rain of petals I race through. Just ahead through the trees I can see the figure of a woman, dressed in a long flowing white robe and bare feet, skipping and running through the trees, her short black hair ruffling in the gentle breath of breeze. I realize soon that she lead me on a merry chase in a circle through the woods. As she bursts out of the trees, she glances back at me with her slightly slanted dark brown eyes, and winks. I slow at little as we approach the water’s edge. The trees have given way to a soft and rolling field of grass that creeps all the way to the lake ending in a group of soft rounded and smooth rocks. The full moon shines brightly off the waves brushing up against the rocky shore, the sigh and murmur of the water fills the night with a soft music of nature. The mysterious woman stands there, her back to me, staring out over the water.

I stop at the edge of the trees and thrust the torch into the soft earth. Slowly the woman begins to slide her robe down her body, at first just a shoulder then the other. She glances once again over her shoulder at me as if to say stay there. A slow and delicious smile spreads across her lovely face, the warmth of it filling her eyes. She giggles slightly and slowly slips the robe down to small of her back. I can see one of her full breasts and perky nipple, caressed by the light of the moon. Slowly ever so slowly, the robe slips further down until the very top of her shapely, soft butt, sliding ever so slowly down, revealing the full beauty if her curves. My heart begins to pound as the robe finally falls to ground, discarded like the wings of an angel, shining out in the night. I can see the full beauty of her body as she stands there, demure and silent, seemingly reveling in the heat of the night. She stretches languidly, her arms reaching for the silent stars and exhales deeply. She glances over her shoulder at me standing there and slowly begins to spread her long and shapely legs apart, her cute little dainty feet digging into the green grass.
She slowly starts to bend over, arching her back like some exotic animal, revealing a shaved little patch of hair and pouty lips, sparkling in the torchlight from the faint hint of moisture down there. Her perky butt sticking up in the air, she sticks a finger in her mouth, slowly sucking on it.