Lying in bed the calling of him appeals to her body. She tosses and turn, her skin is looking for him. As if in a bad dream, her voice is calling for its savior to rescue her. Constantly looking for the sweet balm to restore her faith in their connection. Her skin calls for him in her deep slumber, in the middle of night have become the hardest time.
Knowing he is not lying next to her. The void that is no longer filled is now dead space of memories with middle of the night explorations. Letting their fingers travel along every curve and sharp edges on their bodies. The coldness made her skin cry loud in the middle of night, hoping he will hear her cry for him. But the silence killed the notion of his return. She is left with the dead space of memories.
She allows her body to be swallowed by them. Letting her mind escape the cruel nightmare and enter a new state of dreaming. Accepting the new concept of togetherness with a mystic being that is a poor substitute of what use to be him. She let his lips plant feather kisses on her neck. Rolling her head back to grant him better access. Feeling his tongue taste her once again, imagining him laying on top of her. Feeling his weight pressing down on her, feeling his heat flowing into her, crippled her defenses and her fingers wandered and danced into a routine familiar only to her.
His ghost brought her comfort in her desperate hours of need. Remembering hearing his sweet words of lust fall in into her ears, letting those words flow in her veins, the heat surging inside of her, pushing her to access another level she has never been too. Wanting to feel his tongue licking at the center of her. Bringing her to a level of ecstasy that gave them both pleasurable bliss that no one else could experience. Rocking her hips in rhythm with his movements. Letting her finger message, the deepest parts that ached for his touch the most. Feeling the warmth that came from inside her, created by the memories of his body. Biting her lip to suppress the urge to cry out in the pain of wanting more. Her hips rolled for her as her fingers basked in the joys of the dreams of him. bringing excitement to the spirits of their past.
The images of being pinned down by his arms, feeling the heat surging in her blood stream, breathing hard and shutting her eyes tighter at the phantom feel of him. She let her hands dance inside of her at the delicious thought of him taking control of her. His spirit surrounded every inch of her body, taking over of how her fingers moved. Curling in the right spot to bring her to that tipping point. Circling around other areas, making the dance she knows all too well longer. Begging to bring her to the edge that she longed for. Her hand slowed the motion then into rapid twirl that sent her into a death spin that made her smile. Never wanting him to stop, never wanting him to let go. She melted into his arms, letting his fingers control her vibration. Looking at his face of desire it killed her a little more into the depth of satisfaction that not many can feel or express. No words escaped between them, he was there for one purpose only, to give her comfort for one night in the dark corners of her dreams.
Having his face hover over her, she dared to whisper the love she has for him. But still no words could escape, just the sounds of the pending leap her body was ready to take. Her mind knew this was not real, but her body didn’t realize the sweet dream was taking over. He rocked her hard and slow, then fast, moved her body with an ease of contortionist. He never stopped, he kept moving forward, place her in new positions that she could never see herself in before. She needed his closeness, his heat, his sweat, his passion, his hatred, his want, and she would take it all and absorb into her as a saving grace to get her through another lonely night.
The late nights when the ghost and memories come out and play, haunted her bed. She could hear the screams and moans from previous times and she wrapped herself in them. Allowing her body to be possessed by the spirits of passed fucking’s that will no longer be there.
She wondered in her dream that her spirit is with him. Giving him the same blissful dreams. She let their sex drive her deeper into her fantasy. She sees herself riding him, looking down at his face glaring up at her. She needed to feel him in her, filling her with everything he has. His hands explore every inch of her body. The feeling of him was exquisite sensation that she missed.
Feeling that surging heat again she rocked herself into oblivion. Her mind a scattered mess. She opened her eyes and the feeling of loneliness enveloped her. The sadness flooded back to her in a way that her heart ached, the nights would be longer yet again. With this dream she was about to exorcise the spirits to give her half night of rest. She appeased them with their possession of her body and now she asked for rest.