Blue Ribbons
Dreams are very personal things, aren't they? Woven from the events of the day and the secrets we keep during our waking hours, they are revealed in strange tableaux that often seem no more than jumbled images, half remembered by the morning.
But every once in a while, there are those dreams that we can recall with perfect clarity. Those that leave their emotions so deeply imprinted on our souls, so real, that upon waking it is easy to confuse them with true memories.
I have never had a man confide his dreams to me. There was one who would call me at work and quote poetry or little snippets of love songs. But no one has ever whispered his dreams to me in breathless words against my ear.
If only.
Whether as a memory or mere imagination, I invite you to dream with our hero for a little while.
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I dreamed of you again. Last night.
I stood barefoot, lonely and sad on the shores of the nearby beach. It was deserted and silent but for the lapping of the waves upon the sand and the quiet sighing of the wind. I was dressed in a white shirt and loose white pants, my hands tucked snuggly in my pockets. As I stared out at the endless waters and up at the sparkling stars, again the breeze brought me your familiar scent. Sugar cookies. Inhaling deeply, I looked around, my heart beating with the sweet anticipation of seeing you.
And there you stood.
You came to me in the moonlight. Only this time, you wore a flowing gown of a gossamer, pale blue. Not quite transparent, but not entirely closed, the material seemed to flow around you loosely, and yet it caressed each beautiful curve, exposing them to my sight. You were barefoot, of course, as you so often are, and I smiled as I let my eyes wander over your beauty.
Your hair was tied back, held by a single, blue ribbon and you wore another around your neck, tied in a bow, as if it were a delicate choker. You needed no other adornment as the light of the stars seemed to dazzle in your eyes and along the pale smoothness of your skin.
Smiling, you made your way close to me and the only word you spoke was the whisper of my name. I watched as you lifted your arm and, pulling gracefully on the silken ribbon that held your hair bound, you loosed it and shook your hair free of its hold so that it fell in its familiar waves around your face and down your back.
With a smile, gently you took my left hand in both of yours and looped the ribbon around my wrist, tying it loosely with a pretty bow. Your eyes never leaving mine, you brought my hand to your lips and pressed a deep kiss against my open palm and another at the bound wrist.
Releasing the blessed hand, you carefully lifted the other and brought it to the ribbon that was tied elegantly around your throat. I understood that you wanted me to undo it and I pulled on the soft material, freeing it gently from your neck. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and lay a tender kiss on the smooth skin that had been exposed and heard you sigh softly. When I drew back, your eyes captured mine once again and you lifted your own left hand slightly, the palm exposed to me, indicating with a nod the ribbon I held still.
Again I understood what you wanted and, taking your hand gently in my own, I tied the silken ribbon around the dainty wrist in a neat bow. Then, my eyes still locked to yours, I brought the hand to my lips and blessed the palm with a reverent kiss, and did the same to the elegant wrist, pouring all the love I felt for you into that touch.
You rewarded me with a radiant smile and taking my hand, linked our fingers together, pressing your palm to mine. Inclining your head, you whispered softly, ‘Walk with me’, and began to lead me along the sandy shore, the waves lapping occasionally at our bare feet. You seemed unaware or were not bothered by the water kissing the hem of your gown and the sand gathering in the loose folds around your feet. When we had gone a little way in silence, gradually moving away from where the water could reach our feet, but only just, you stopped and turned to me, smiling. You reached a hand to very gently smooth my hair and whispered the single word, ‘soft’. As your fingers trailed down along my cheek, your smile widened and I felt myself smile with you at the familiar gesture.
Unable to resist a moment longer, I took your face in my hands and brought your lips to my own in a breathless, tender kiss. You responded and I felt your arms fall around me, even as my own moved to embrace you warmly. In my need, I pulled you closer to me until I could feel the soft press of your breast against my heart and thrilled at the beating of your own between us. My hands moved hungrily, but gently over your shoulders, your arms, your back, curling around your waist. My kisses grew more passionate and wandered over your cheeks, the elegance of your throat, the delicate collar bones. Without a thought, I exposed your shoulders to the same blessings and felt you sigh in my arms as your hands clung to me.
I felt the familiar coolness of your touch as you undid the buttons on the loose shirt I wore and slipped your hands inside the light material, letting your fingertips wander over my skin as you pulled away the shirt and let it flutter to the sand. I shivered and held you closer and easily drew away the diaphanous gown you wore to find you deliciously bare beneath. I let my hands wander freely over every inch of your smooth, soft skin as my kisses continued to follow their path. Sparing you the task, I slipped away the final layers that separated us. Breathless with my desire, I pulled you gently to the sand with me, where our cast away clothing had created a blanket for us.
Laying you against the soft clothes, I drew back a moment to take in your form, whispering quietly, ‘You’re beautiful’, and watching delightedly as a bright, pink blush spread shyly across your cheeks to flood your breast. Wanting and as gently as I could, I covered you in kisses that made you sigh and tremble beneath my touch. My lips found the pretty mound of each breast, the long scar along your abdomen, the beautiful, off-centre navel. I could not resist leaving kisses over the rise of each hip and along each pretty thigh. Your knees were not spared, nor were your calves. Even the turn of your ankle and every delicate toe was given a sweet kiss. You laughed softly at my eagerness and it only inflamed my desire and my kisses teased you more fervently so that I could hear the sweet sound of your laughter again and again.
Struck suddenly with a mischievous desire, I very lightly trailed the silken ribbon that bound my wrist, along the coolness of your skin. You shivered and smiled at me, watching the childlike play of my movements. Very lightly, I drew the soft material over that most sensitive centre and watched as your eyes grew wide with surprise and you shivered with the light pleasure. Once again I traced the delicate path, more slowly this time and you trembled beneath me, gasping lightly. But I would not cease the game just yet and, trailing intricate circles and patterns over the warm mound and over your thighs, I teased you lightly until you giggled and sighed my name in a quiet plea.
I was greedy, yes. Perhaps denying you the pleasure of doing the same to me, but by now my need was such that I could not let you go. At last, I could wait no longer and drew alongside you again, stealing your lips before I covered you with my form. You smiled as I took your hand, bound still with the single ribbon, and laced my fingers with yours as I brought it back against the soft, warm sand, creating a pretty arc above you, admiring the way the blue silken thread mingled with the ribbon still tied to my own wrist.
I made love to you then. Of course I did. I could not be denied. With the moonlight as our blanket and the stars the only witness to our love, we danced that familiar dance as you held tightly to me and I whispered kisses along your skin, echoing your own. I would not release the hand I held against the sand though your other hand was free to tangle in the silver of my hair or wander over the length of my form. Once or twice, I held your hip, at last slipping my arm around you, pulling us closer together, holding you to me in my desperate desire. My skin seemed to burn with a cool fire wherever your lips left their kisses or your fingers left their touch. As the waves lapped against the shore, you gave yourself up to me, blushing beautifully and sighing my name, burying your face against my shoulder as I whispered your name in a soft song against your hair and we fell together through the stars.
For long, long moments after, laying safe in the cradle of your love, I rested my head against your breast and whispered to you, confessing my love and pouring out my secrets, pleading with you to stay with me this time. You only smiled and gently stroked my hair, telling me you loved me and that your heart was mine, ‘always and forever’. Contented, my arms firmly around you, I drifted into sleep and awoke this morning in my familiar, empty bed, my arms reaching for you.
The early morning breeze fluttered the sheer curtains that framed the open balcony doors, sending them into the room through the streaming sunlight, like beckoning fingers calling me from my dreams. Far off in the distance, the sound of the waves lapping at the shore mingled with the cries of the seagulls as I looked confusedly around the room. Finding no trace of you but the soft, blue ribbons and now empty parchment paper that had bound the little gift of sugar cookies, baked by you, slipped into my travelling case, found and happily consumed by me the night before, I shook my head in wonder.
Lifting one blue thread carefully, almost reverently, I smiled and let my head fall back against the pillows drifting once more into my dreams.
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