pyroguysr's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SURREAL DREAMS CRYPTIC, SURREAL DREAMS Floating freeform dreams find you gently laid down with her on a cliff-edge. No fear of heights or falling, but a reveling in the early sunrise with two naked bodies next to one another. Grey gradually branches out into green, brown and blue until the bright orange star appears over the horizon. We wordlessly marvel at the earthly glory, the miracle of life and land before us. We are humbled, yet exhilarated at the awesome display before us There is the touch of a hand and I turn to gaze into those eyes. Once more, I fall deeply in love and feel that deep-rooted, soul comforting warmth and giddiness that tells me �she is the right one.� No words need be spoken as you read each others minds, know each others wants, anticipate each others needs. You feed off her energy as she does with yours, nourishing each soul in an effortless engine of energy. Bodies bend, arms reach and lips touch like two soft pillows to a cheek, feeling the electric sensuality passed back and forth in kinetic harmony. Breasts press against chest and loin to loin as the force of life is created once more, the magic of this human act played out again for the sake of immortality. Birds sing, bees flit from flower to flower, rabbits dance and the spirits rejoice. There is abundant happiness that radiates from this single place to engulf the world in its hug. Sweating, heaving bodies separate, gasping for air, but thrilling in the touch that one brings to the other. They lay there as time seeps past, our souls melding with time until they are one There is a creative spark, a bright flame and then a simple ember and both are home now, old and grey, but still in comfortable love with each other, still seeing the beauty of the other under the wrinkles and sagging skin. A rose petal floats down and is moistened by a tear as we hug one last time. Sex and life may be a passing, finite thing, but love and hate go on forever� No, I don't know what to make of it, other than it had me waking up sad. 5:42 p.m. - 2004-07-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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