A Day Called Way Back When

The truth is, I still have dreams.
As matter of fact, I have remarkable dreams.
Big ones. Great ones.
I have dreams of softness too.
I have dreams so elaborate and detailed that I can recall saying to myself, “I swear, I hope I can remember this when I wake up.”

I have sweet dreams.
I have loving ones. And wild ones and yes, I even have the wet ones.
I have dreams that come from the sexy mist of my dreamy state. I have ones that come on like a simmering pot at a low heat, which comes to a boil because the heat is unthinkable.
I love those dreams too, of course, because there is always the great big “ah,” that comes with them. When I say “ah,” I say this as in the “ah,” of relief, or perhaps I should say eruption or the fountain of my relief, so-to-speak.

This is human too.
It is human to want or to need or to have hunger for flesh. It is natural to feel the need to be intertwined and woven into the body of someone beautiful.
And yes, the world is beautiful.
And yes, so are these dreams.

I swear that nothing should be taboo.
There is always something beautiful about the body. Or to me, even the so-called flaws or the so-called scars are beautiful and sexy to me.
Nothing about “her” is ugly.
If it is up to me to prove this to her, then it should be up to me to show her how deeply my desire can be for her. No, there is no end to my thirst and no end to my hunger.
Not even death can stop me from wanting her the way I do.
But again, if it is up to me to prove this to her, then it is up to me to show her how far I am willing to take this.

I swear there should never be a part of the body that goes untouched or unnoticed.
Nothing should be off limits when two bodies connect.
I am not the same now as I used to be.
However, although my flow has changed and my timing can go on forever, my taste and my lust as well as my fetish or desires are open to dovetail. I say dovetail as in fanning wide and open to new adventures because, again, nothing should be taboo.
No place should be off limits and there should be no ceiling or limitations when held in the arms of your love.

Try everything
Do it all
Do this whenever and wherever you can, “just to say we did it!”

I love these dreams I have.
I love them because they allow me a moment when words are not intercepted by confusion. There is no past or future or worries about what happened the days before.
The arguments are all silent. No intrusions and no interruptions.
There are no explanations and no cares. All of the unnecessary is silenced by the truth of my heart.
This is perfect.
In the spirit of my dream, all is forgiven and forgotten. All that is left to do is reconnect the flesh and make love, or make up in the most physical, wild, and passionate way.

I love it this way.
It’s like being “back in business.”
Nothing is forced or coerced. Neither I nor she need to ask a question or wonder what to do next.
No.
Everything in this dream flows, like water from a stream that knows where the rivers go.
No guess work. No insecurity.
There is only the fulfillment of touch which evolves like the moving shapes of clouds that transform in the orange dawn of a new morning sky.

I love everything about this.
That is, if I am being honest.
I love the fact that I can be me and touch the triggers of my every desire. I can do this without the fear or concert that perhaps, “I am too much” or “too extra” as it may seem.
But no.
Nothing is too much in the lust for excess.
Nothing is too much when all I want is more.
Too much is still not enough when it comes to the hunger I feel.
I believe they call this insatiable.
Of course, nothing is too much when she comes to me like this and I know she wants the exact same thing.

Perfect . . .

I love that youth was once like a needle of adrenaline and that my lust had legs that could run for days. I loved how my mind could run for hours and days with thoughts of her, from head to toe.
I love the ideas of her hips and the sways and the curves of her body.
In fact, I love the need I’d feel to beautify her assumed imperfections. Understand?
This means I would have to love them and to kiss them or celebrate them, as if somehow, I could show her the idea that explains, “Sweetheart, you couldn’t be ugly to me if you tried!”

Again, if I am being honest, I love the sexual determination and the degrees of ownership. I can say that I own her, as if to own her body in such a way. I could claim her heart by spilling myself inside of her, deep, as if my extension and my deposit could move inside and declare her as mine.
Together, as in love as Adam and Eve before sinning wit the fruit from the tree of knowledge.
Together, as in forever and deeper in love until death do us part.

I understand that nothing is as perfect as our dreams. But my biggest dream is to love and to touch, hold, kiss and make love to a point where my reality surpasses my dreams.
Understand?
I want to clear my faults and restore my heart so that my love and my lust can be my reality.
Kinks, fetishes, fantasies, and all.
I want this.
All of it.

I may be old or aging.
I may not be able to bang out the same kind of rounds like I did in the days we call way back when.
On the other hand, I do not sprint anymore.
I am better now and better than ever before . . .
Waiting.
I might not be as fast as I was way back when,
but is that what I want?
No.
I prefer the long hauls. I want sex with orgasms that bring me to where the seance of lovemaking can last for hours, as in all day, or all weekend, if we can clear our schedule.

I have to say . . .
No sleeping dream can match the dreams I have in my heart.
My best dreams come when my eyes are wide open.
No temporary or fleeting thought or idea can outdo the fantasy I have which is as real as me or you.

Nothing can be as amazing as the sensation of being wild and neck deep in the blue ocean, making love, in front of everyone — yet, no one knows because no one can see me beneath the water beyond the waves. No one can see how my extension exposes from my bathing suit and penetrates yours . . .
inside you.

Good morning, life.
Come, let this day bring us closer to the answer, which I know we have BOTH been waiting for.