..i love where my dreams take me...
The night began as many had. A small gathering of ideas and logic swimming in the sweet molasses. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. The warm night was cooled by the soft breeze across the rhythmic waves down the beach. The sun had disappeared hours ago and the moon discovered its twin, reflecting across the calm distant water.
The ringing voices became a dull sound echoing through her unconscious mind. Surrounded by chaos, drinking and loud voices being over taken by louder ones, she sat. Her knees bent and her toes combing into the warm sand until they were sheltered inside. Her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin rested on her knee. Her mind drifts away.
His voice brings her back and she looks up to see him standing over her. They share a brief moment and he asks her again, "cold?"
"No," she answerers, "I'm good." She smiles up at him and he reaches for her hand.
"Come on," he says.
She slips her hand into his and he pulls her to her feet. He's close. She can feel the heat from his body mingling with hers.
Without notice or explanation, they begin their decent from the noise and into the darkness of the night. The moon guides them to the waters edge and the sand that was once soft and warm, has become cool and wet under her feet.
The words flow like water between them as they always had. Their journey continues. He listens, she talks. He talks, she listens. The artful dance of conversation, they have perfected over time.
His voice...
Her name...
She stopped...
The reflection off the water lit his eyes in the shadows of his face. Her mind lost grip as she felt his gaze wash over her. He stepped closer to her and brushed the wind blown hair away from her face. She smiled, resting her cheek against the palm of his hand. The moment owned her and she gave herself freely to it. He whispered her name again, moving closer. His hand still cradling her cheek, his other slid down her arm and entangled her fingers in his own.
Savoring the moment, they continued to stare at one another. The hot breath he exhaled, she felt across her lips.
This moment...
This man...
It was more than she ever dreamed.
The night began as many had. A small gathering of ideas and logic swimming in the sweet molasses. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. The warm night was cooled by the soft breeze across the rhythmic waves down the beach. The sun had disappeared hours ago and the moon discovered its twin, reflecting across the calm distant water.
The ringing voices became a dull sound echoing through her unconscious mind. Surrounded by chaos, drinking and loud voices being over taken by louder ones, she sat. Her knees bent and her toes combing into the warm sand until they were sheltered inside. Her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin rested on her knee. Her mind drifts away.
His voice brings her back and she looks up to see him standing over her. They share a brief moment and he asks her again, "cold?"
"No," she answerers, "I'm good." She smiles up at him and he reaches for her hand.
"Come on," he says.
She slips her hand into his and he pulls her to her feet. He's close. She can feel the heat from his body mingling with hers.
Without notice or explanation, they begin their decent from the noise and into the darkness of the night. The moon guides them to the waters edge and the sand that was once soft and warm, has become cool and wet under her feet.
The words flow like water between them as they always had. Their journey continues. He listens, she talks. He talks, she listens. The artful dance of conversation, they have perfected over time.
His voice...
Her name...
She stopped...
The reflection off the water lit his eyes in the shadows of his face. Her mind lost grip as she felt his gaze wash over her. He stepped closer to her and brushed the wind blown hair away from her face. She smiled, resting her cheek against the palm of his hand. The moment owned her and she gave herself freely to it. He whispered her name again, moving closer. His hand still cradling her cheek, his other slid down her arm and entangled her fingers in his own.
Savoring the moment, they continued to stare at one another. The hot breath he exhaled, she felt across her lips.
This moment...
This man...
It was more than she ever dreamed.
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cybele:
Ho boy! Your dreams are HEAVENLY. In mine, I am always either falling in space or running from some unseen menace. 
todd31:
sounds intriging mine are not nearly as good 