On the Moonlit Balcony

Men must surely dream sometimes, yes? Maybe not in such pretty language, but it is only a fantasy. 

And I believe a fantasy lover can be anything you need/want him to be.

So dream with him a little while.

Suggested song: Falling by Chris Mann

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My love,

I dreamed of you.

I stood at the very balcony where I spoke to you on the phone last night.  Alone, watching the distant shore in the growing twilight.  I watched the stars appear in the sky one by one, dimly lighting the night as it grew around me.  Far away, I could hear the crash of the waves as each one kissed the sandy shore and died against her breast only to be renewed again with the next swell that crashed upon the sands. It was mesmerizing, the endless rhythm of the water. I stood entranced for long moments, lost in my thoughts of you.

I remember I sighed at last, and became suddenly aware of the sweet scent of your hair… sugar cookies.  Curious, I turned to find you standing close by, clad in a long, flowing, white gown… your arms and back uncovered, your feet deliciously bare. You wore nothing else. Your hair was loose and shimmered softly in the darkness. Smiling, I whispered your name and you returned the gesture with that radiant smile that left me weakened and wanting you even more.

But I thought you were a dream and, closing my eyes, shook my head as if to clear the cruel vision from my mind. I heard the tinkling sound of your laughter and you called my name once more.  When I opened my eyes again, you stood there still, smiling softly. The starlight played through your hair and caught the playful twinkle in your eyes as you moved to stand next to me, easily slipping your hand over mine where it rested on the railing.  Cool and smooth and yet curiously warm.  Real. 

It was all so real.

I looked into your eyes and you brought the other cool hand to smooth over my hair and gently caress my cheek.  I shivered with the pleasure of it and you spoke my name quietly then whispered, ‘your hair is so soft’.  Somehow, I knew the true meaning of your words and as you smiled again, I pulled you into my embrace, my arms closing easily around you even as yours folded over me. I reached up and mimicked your gesture, running my fingers through your hair, gently brushing it away from your face, lightly caressing your cheek.  For a long, clear moment, we simply held each other, safe in this familiar embrace, warm in the shadow of our love, lost in our gaze.

Real. It was so real!

Unable to resist, at last, I kissed your lips, softly at first, delighting in their warmth and softness, then more passionately, holding you close so that I could feel your heartbeat against my own.  I could feel the familiar skip in that irregular rhythm I knew so well. There, just beyond the soft press of your breast where I gently crushed you to my chest, I could feel the sound resonate with every beat.  My breath mingled with yours as I broke from your lips to leave a trail of heated kisses along your blushing cheek and, losing myself in the dizzy warmth of your throat, I sighed your name.  Baring your shoulders, I left blessings with my greedy lips along your collar bones and over the soft skin I had exposed.  Your hand playing through my hair, you whispered my name breathlessly and I found your lips again, breathing your name before claiming them in endless kisses.

I felt the gentle teasing of your fingertips slip along my shoulder, falling over my chest, deftly undoing the few buttons to glide past the flimsy material I wore. You pressed your palm firmly over my heart and I gasped through our kisses with the sweet feel of your touch, cool and familiar against my bared chest.  But that warm hand did not remain still and soon the other slipped beneath the shirt as well to wander in delicate patterns over my skin and dance along my shoulders.  When your fingertips found their way around my waist to embrace me fully, spread wide against my back, I pulled you closer to once again feel the tripping beat of your heart against my own… missing the warmth of your touch, wanting to surround myself with you.

And here we stayed, lost in this embrace of love as the stars danced above us and the music of the waves wandered along the shore.  Sharing these stolen kisses… my hands wandering longingly over your form, thrilling in the feel of your bare skin beneath my touch and the ecstasy of your fingertips wherever they touched me.

But I would not bring you into the house. Not into that place.  Never would I love you in that place.

Instead, I held you where we were, bathed in the warm breeze and the music of the waves, until the dawn came and you melted away in my arms with a final kiss and the promise that you would be waiting for me.  As you disappeared, my eyes filled with tears and I closed them against the emptiness I felt without you, only to open them once again this morning as I lay, alone and missing you, my wanting arms reaching for you across the bed as I quietly murmured your name.

So real.  It was so very real!

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