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Hazel Eyed Lover
As a small child, I was a doe-eyed raven haired little girl. At a distinctive age before awareness of passion and the lustful dreams of a woman, I would dream of a man. Not any man but one particular man, a hazel eyed man. He was a gentle man with a scarred soul. He was mine, all mine in these fantasy dreams. He was not maternal, nor a brother nor a friend, but none the less i loved him. At the time I did not understand this foreboding fantasy love. It was not something that I sought, rather it sought me. It was strong and forged through all time, it was everlasting. It constantly distracted me during my waking hours. It also came with a mild discomfort that at times caused me to wish it away, to try to run from it. No matter how much I wished or how far I ran, this bond this love for this nameless man never left me.
He had a pale face carved within stone set against soft waves of amber hair. His voice deep as blue waves, echoed like rolling thunder through my mind long after he spoke. Within this dream, within his presence I felt the radiating warmth of his dream state love. Only once have I seen hands like his. Hardened by working calloused but yet smooth as the finest silk flowing over my body. Although I have tried not to, I still seek my fantasy lover.
It is here in this dream, this fantasy-scape the circumstances of our first meeting. It was a shy heart, careful of the closeness meeting, and it was brought forth like this: When we first met we hardly touched, only a mere caress of the forearm to acknowledge that fact that I was a naive virgin before grasping my hand and lingering there. He speaks as though waiting for an eternity is only mere seconds in time and at the right moment all of the built up passion will be laid before the virginal altar for the first time. All of the lust, desire, and the branding scorch of his lips will come at a later time, much later. We have time, all of the time in this vast universe to wait for the right moment. He holds my hand now, thumb caressing my palm as he gently squeezes. It is as if the warmth of my hand and my presence is all that he craves at this moment, this one heart-stopping moment.
That was all he craved...
He had a pale face carved within stone set against soft waves of amber hair. His voice deep as blue waves, echoed like rolling thunder through my mind long after he spoke. Within this dream, within his presence I felt the radiating warmth of his dream state love. Only once have I seen hands like his. Hardened by working calloused but yet smooth as the finest silk flowing over my body. Although I have tried not to, I still seek my fantasy lover.
It is here in this dream, this fantasy-scape the circumstances of our first meeting. It was a shy heart, careful of the closeness meeting, and it was brought forth like this: When we first met we hardly touched, only a mere caress of the forearm to acknowledge that fact that I was a naive virgin before grasping my hand and lingering there. He speaks as though waiting for an eternity is only mere seconds in time and at the right moment all of the built up passion will be laid before the virginal altar for the first time. All of the lust, desire, and the branding scorch of his lips will come at a later time, much later. We have time, all of the time in this vast universe to wait for the right moment. He holds my hand now, thumb caressing my palm as he gently squeezes. It is as if the warmth of my hand and my presence is all that he craves at this moment, this one heart-stopping moment.
That was all he craved...
Published 29th Oct 2013
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29th Oct 2013 6:23pm
1st Nov 2013 2:43am
I think many of us have idealized a lover at one point or another. It's gotten me into heart-trouble more than a few times, but it often could not be helped. I was not the wisest soul in such matters. For many of us, this "love" thing is something that is admired from the distance of our dreams. It's an excellent dream, regardless. Once in a blue moon, it becomes a reality, so never stop dreaming...we have all of the time in this vast universe to wait for the right moment. Patience brings great rewards. Er...so I'm told, hehe! Well-penned romance, Nikki.
