For you, my dear...
Dreams are such personal affairs and perhaps that's why they're so hard to describe. To be with you... in that moment, with your hands on my skin, bodies pressed together... it is dreamlike. In dreams you take the world as it is; so too with you. I release expectations and worries. I instead focus on your electric touch. Suddenly I'm not alone in the world. You cut through the chatter, through the thick foggy mess that is the outside world as I perceive it. My Phaneron.
You slip into my mind like some subtle knife, cutting away the ties that bind me to the outer reality. I slip free in you, finding everything in the nothingness of the moment. Neither of us doing anything, neither of us talking or thinking in that moment. Nothing but breathing and being and the sensation of touch.
When we're together, I'm hyper aware of you, every part of you. I trace my fingers along your skin and as it quivers at my touch so too does my mind... quiver. Quivers of joy, quivers of anticipation, quivers of pleasure. You excite me, entice me, entreat me to be and only be in this perfect moment with you, consciously created by us, chosen by us. I hear your breathing. Feel your cheek against my chest. When you smile, I feel your lips curl against me and even in the dark I know you're as happy as I am.
I let go of the weight on my shoulders. I relax. I feel... lighter. Stronger. Faster. More controlled. Calmer. Ready to move but un-moving. Alert but inert. Passively enjoying the moment and the feel of your aura pervading mine.
Stay with me in this moment. Let's not move to the next just yet. A little longer in this lingering place between spaces, between moments, between thoughts. These moments are so strange and fleeting, and difficult to remember, like a dream. Let me close my eyes and dream again of you.