A Day Called Way Back When

I might have to file this under T.M.I. as in Too Much Information.
But hey, there’s no one here but us, at least for now.

Did you ever have one of “those” dreams?
They are sexual, yet nothing sexual happens. They are intimate and somehow there is an intimate understanding as if to prove that something sexual is about to happen.
And soon too.

There is knowledge and know-how and in some cases, there are all the signs which lead up to the grand exploration which takes place when two become one.
At the same time, you seem to wake up, just before the insertion takes place. Hence, you miss out on the moment of truth.

I remember some of these dreams. I recall one for sure.
This took place when I was lying still on a hammock between two palm trees. I could feel the heat from the sun and the wind was rolling over me, gently; almost like being tickled by the invisible fingers of Mother Earth, Herself.

God, I loved this dream.
Beautiful.
Enticing.

I am somewhere in Nowhere Land, alive and well. I am a stranger here and somehow, everything around me is familiar and perfect.
And there she is, the object of my desire and the most beautiful version of my love and lust, all wrapped into one beautiful girl.

I can see her.
She is walking towards me with the water behind her.
Everything about my surroundings lead me to a memory of a picture that I saw.
This is a beach, or a place unknown to reality, and seen as paradise on an island or a place where only the fortunate can see.

I’m not sure where or how I came across this picture. I don’t know if this was part of a fantasy or if this was a picture I saw when looking at the beaches on the Island of Fiji.
Either way, I assume this picture took on such an appeal to me that my heart assumes this as my spirit place.
Paradise in the world
or paradise in my heart.
Either way, same is the same.

Nothing compares to this place.
The white sand is nothing compared to the turquoise blue from the waters around us.
She has emerged from the water. Her hair is flowing from the soft breeze. She is approaching me. Her hair is blowing in the wind, moving slowly as if to emphasize the manners of my dream-like state.

I know I am going to love her. As in forever.
I know she will be mine, As in always.
I know I am going to touch her and know her and feel her.
I know this.
(At least I want to.)
Or in other words, I know that I want her.
I can feel the upcoming surge.
I can feel the rage within myself.

This is the rage one feels when love and lust combine. This must be like the battle of when good and evil collide. Yes, this is the beautiful rage that takes place in the heart which is both loving and ferocious, like an untamed heart and unquenchable thirst.

I am hungry.
I am thirsty.
And she?
She personifies my last and final meal.

She is the only thing in this world and the only person out of 8 billion others who can both tease and tame my heart at the same time.
I have never seen anyone who can equal her.
Never in my life have I imagined that she would want me this way or that I would be so lucky.
Never . . .

I can feel her. I can almost smell here skin.
I can envision her body, naked, and I imagine the chills that came along and caused her arousal to lift the goosebumps on her skin.
If I am to expose this honestly or if I am to be more transparent, then I will expose how I can envision her nipples and what they look like before I kiss, lick, or suck on them, and put them in my mouth.

I know this is real to me. She is real.
I know this is going to happen.
This has to happen.
She is the love of my life.
She is everything I hate and everything I adore and everything I want and more, she is the perfect embodiment of intimate satisfaction.
This is the very reason why wars have been fought to win the hand of some girl.
But she is not just “some” girl.
Not to me.

I have never been drawn to someone like this. I am wild for her and nor have I ever been this aroused or turned on like this because (to me) everything about her is perfect.
Everything about her beauty somehow fits. Somehow, everything about her softens the jagged nature of my imperfections.  
Everything about her entices and soothes my savage beast.

I love her from head to toe. Since this is true, then it is also true that I would love, kiss, lick, and suck on every part of her body for long periods of time.
This, I swear.

Here she comes.
Approaching slowly.
I can feel my body is growing strong and all that I have is at its highest peak. Yet, nothing has happened. Not even a gentle touch.
Not a kiss. It’s on the way though.
Nothing has happened yet.
Nothing has taken place, except the anticipatory rush of what it feels like to make love to the most beautiful girl in my world.

Here she comes.
It’s about to happen.
I am going to be inside of her.

I only hope that I can hold on long enough so that we can both enjoy this together.
I want to explode in mutual chaos and erupt at the same time.

I only wish she would be closer.
I wish I could touch her already.
My God, I can’t take this!
Get over here, now!

I wish she would come to me.
I wish I could touch here already.
But more—
I wish my alarm didn’t go off a 3:30 in the morning.

I have to say that one of the great things about the days I call “way back when” was I didn’t have so much riding on whether I get to work on time.
It didn’t matter as much if I played hooky or called out sick.
If my life was like that now, I’d have rolled back over or finished the job myself.
But such is life when you have no choice but to grow up, get to work, and pay your bills on time.

It’s okay though.
I remember this dream very well and trust me, as soon as I get the chance, I will close my eyes and look to relive this dream again.

Later.

God I love this dream. I love how she reoccurs.
All the time.